<?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-4008843779705415361</id><updated>2011-12-03T22:27:45.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom it may concern</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about everything and nothing, all at the same time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-1097540579610314055</id><published>2011-08-27T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:23:28.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Also..</title><content type='html'>Who are all you people following me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you, comment or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-1097540579610314055?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/1097540579610314055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2011/08/also.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1097540579610314055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1097540579610314055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2011/08/also.html' title='Also..'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-8065669988584545160</id><published>2011-08-27T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:20:39.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your mother is a hamster.</title><content type='html'>My newest insult, "your mother is a hamster!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about Evolution theory the other day, then I started thinking about chemistry. I remembered one lesson that included a law of chemistry. The law was "the law of disorder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Everything that &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;moves constantly toward complete disorder and randomness.&lt;br /&gt;Think of yourself holding a&amp;nbsp;handful&amp;nbsp;of marbles, once you release those marbles and take them out of your little controlled environment, they'll scatter and go every which way. You could even think on a larger scale, take you room for example, if you don't impose order onto it, it'll become messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is where I get to my point, evolution theory is basically (there are so many renditions of it) says that life on Earth started by bacteria or some other kind of microorganism adapting and evolving into new forms of life and&amp;nbsp;orderliness&amp;nbsp;until we ended up with this perfect ecosystem we call Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure, that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that everything you've ever know will eventually digress into dust. Why? Because the Universe says so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you going to tell me? That the universe changed it's laws in order for a bacteria to become a Human and then switched them back so we'd all die eventually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Evolution gives what is needed for survival, Humans have had two kidneys since the dawn of time, we only need one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-8065669988584545160?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8065669988584545160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-mother-is-hamster.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8065669988584545160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8065669988584545160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-mother-is-hamster.html' title='Your mother is a hamster.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-6005675495404977014</id><published>2011-07-17T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:38:00.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a world of peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"World Peace!", she says, a common answer at any pageant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well sister, let me tell you something about world peace, we'll start small scale for you, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There are about 311,788,631 (three-hundred and eleven million seven hundred and eighty-eight thousand six hundred and thirty-one.) citizens in the United States,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;2,271,475 (two-million two-hundred and seventy-one thousand, four-hundred and seventy-five) of those citizens are in the armed forces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;So we can say that at LEAST (approx.) .73% of those people have Warfare as a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;That doesn't seem like too much, does it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Well let me ask you something, who provides vehicles for those men and women? who provides weapons? who provides protection, ammunition, fuel, food, uniforms, EVERYTHING that an army would EVER need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;It's not such a small force now is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;That is a LOT of people who have warfare as a job in one way or another, so now let me ask you, if world peace was achieved, what would actually happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Well for sure you'd have some two-million people out of a job, not to mention all the other people who supply them, and that's just in the U.S. alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Lets take that percentage and use it against the world, that leaves us with some 50 million people&amp;nbsp;unemployed&amp;nbsp;(only counting soldiers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;But hey, not the whole world has that large of a military, so lets take that percentage down to .5%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;more than 34 million people unemployed (again, just soldiers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Yeah, vote for world peace, and watch your neighbors starve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;War is a part of humanity, it always has been, it always will be, sorry, but that's the way it's going to be. If I'm honest, I'll say the world NEEDS war, we need conflict, it's in our nature. Not only that, but how much of the world's economy is based upon war?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;A lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;- The day the world goes to peace, is the day the world goes to pieces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;- Ernie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-6005675495404977014?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/6005675495404977014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2011/07/world-of-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6005675495404977014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6005675495404977014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2011/07/world-of-peace.html' title='a world of peace'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-7834694411156495972</id><published>2011-01-24T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T12:40:42.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom from the unwise.</title><content type='html'>Myself and the other grandkids went out with our Grandpa the other day (sunday, was it?). We saw Megamind, had McDonalds, drove around in his old VW bus. It was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the back story; my Grandpa lost my Grandma a few years back, and remarried another woman. I have no comment on his new wife, however, let me just say that ever since my Grandpa and he got together, a rift between him and the rest of the family has grown. It's been something like a year since I've been to his house, and I haven't seen her since their wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, this is the first time I've spent time with my Grandpa in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rode shotgun back to our house, we talked about my future, what I wanted to do for my career, we jumped on to the subject of my art, at which point he said to me: "Just do it man, don't let anyone keep you from it.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you might think it was the obvious thing to say, but it still held more then the average "you can do whatever you want" saying. It went deeper, from the heart of a man with a seriously messed up family life, to his Grandson, who he rarely sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of what my art teacher told me, that in order to be the best gift I can be (in her context, it was to my future wife.. but you get the point) I need to be&amp;nbsp;successful&amp;nbsp;in my art and keep&amp;nbsp;perusing&amp;nbsp;it and honing my talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought me to the idea, that, even though my Grandpa could have possibly maybe made some really bad mistakes, he still carries the wisdom of his age and&amp;nbsp;experience. He still understands what's going on in his life, and knows that in order for me to have the fullest life I can have, I need to&amp;nbsp;peruse&amp;nbsp;the dreams God has set out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended with "You know, your Grandma would be real proud of you guys, all of you, but especially you. She'd be proud of the man you've become."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;- Typos, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-7834694411156495972?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7834694411156495972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2011/01/wisdom-from-unwise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7834694411156495972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7834694411156495972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2011/01/wisdom-from-unwise.html' title='Wisdom from the unwise.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-2778144115993083003</id><published>2011-01-22T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:09:26.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Piano.</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was little, there's been this Piano in my family, a beautiful, red, stand-up piano. It belonged to my Grandma, and then to us.&lt;br /&gt;One night my mom leaves a candle burning on top of our piano, the candle decides to not go out, and instead ignites the top of our poor piano ON FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PIANO. IS ON FIRE PEOPLE. LIKE BURNING ON FIRE WITH BLACK SMOKE AND FIRE BURNING ON IT. ON THE PIANO. FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Dad's all "OMG FIRE" and my mom's like "DOOD FIRE" and I'm like "What the heck guys, I'm trying to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my mom puts out the fire, and they spend the following day cleaning all that soot up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piano spends years and years, slowly being buried away in the garage, a nice hole burned in the top of it, rendered relatively useless, out of tune, some would say: dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, happen to be an optimist. I believe that one day, I will restore that poor broken down abandoned piano (or at least have enough cash to pay someone to do it), until it can be played again, and restored to its former glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/TTqPjSKHsqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UabT-wENl4Y/s1600/DSCF7526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/TTqPjSKHsqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UabT-wENl4Y/s400/DSCF7526.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the piano, buried in the garage, awaiting it's rescue by kind hands and strong fingers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been gone for some time, not really. I just haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Glory days end when you decide to be a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-2778144115993083003?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/2778144115993083003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2011/01/piano.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2778144115993083003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2778144115993083003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2011/01/piano.html' title='The Piano.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/TTqPjSKHsqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UabT-wENl4Y/s72-c/DSCF7526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-8285071524396500823</id><published>2010-12-14T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:45:14.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending at large.</title><content type='html'>Christmas is the time of gifts, and giving, and&amp;nbsp;receiving, blah blah blah and spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to be all "shun spending" though, I encourage it. Why? Because, all year long we trade from thinking about ourselves, to sometimes thinking about others, and then back to ourselves . (Face it, humans are selfish). Then we hit thanksgiving, and we're all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aww man, look at all my great stuff, I'm so glad I have it + family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold that thought!" Says Christmas spirit and Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;Since you have all your nice stuff, and you're thankful, lets think about others for a change (point: Christmas is about others). Don't worry about overspending on Christmas (I do not condone getting into debt), relax a little, buy some nice gifts for your loved ones. Make them if you have to, and if you're going to do that, really put some time and effort into it, make something :awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I saying this? Because everyone likes getting big gifts, I like it, you like it, your best friend likes it. It never mattered how many you got, if you got that one super awesome really cool and really big present, you were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, where am I going with this? Sometimes I don't even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, Christmas IS about others, so don't be afraid to treat them nicely, as the good Lord said: "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" (or&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;like that, don't quote me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yay Christmas Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-8285071524396500823?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8285071524396500823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/12/spending-at-large.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8285071524396500823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8285071524396500823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/12/spending-at-large.html' title='Spending at large.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3063701430547981488</id><published>2010-12-03T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T01:19:01.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic Breath.</title><content type='html'>I found out the other day, that amalgum fillings release mercury vapor.&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that Mercury vapor is highly toxic (duhh).&lt;br /&gt;We all know toxic things mean bad business for your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the two amalgum fillings in my mouth, I (in proportion) have enough mercury vapor to cause a factory to be evacuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Withholding the truth is like killing innocent people. it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Lets hope my babies don't come out mutants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3063701430547981488?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3063701430547981488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/12/toxic-breath.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3063701430547981488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3063701430547981488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/12/toxic-breath.html' title='Toxic Breath.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-7643976629566997916</id><published>2010-11-26T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:03:45.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffing Humans.</title><content type='html'>A Thanksgiving review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, play video games, lose, play different video games, win.&lt;br /&gt;Dad comes home, puts something on TV that i don't remember, I clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;Find socks, Iron my shirt, teach myself how to tie a tie (took a half hour).&lt;br /&gt;Go to Nana's house, eat loads of food, hide the pie (no one notices??).&lt;br /&gt;Walk in the freezing cold with my aunt and the family friend to rent a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Rent a lame movie.&lt;br /&gt;Get a free big screen TV and park it in my Nana's garage.&lt;br /&gt;Sing Glee songs.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the lame movie. then watch lame comedy.&lt;br /&gt;Go home. write a blog.. and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice Thanksgiving, smaller than the usual ones we have. We hung out at my Nana's house, ate a simple Thanksgiving dinner, and spent the rest of the night laughing.&lt;br /&gt;You know, my family's been through hell and back, if i took the time to explain why i say that, you'd be here for hours. Instead, just take my word for it that we didn't always like each other. With that, I am thankful to see that, despite &lt;i&gt;everything,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;we're still able to get together, in love, and have a happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There's a big screen TV outside, calling your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-7643976629566997916?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7643976629566997916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuffing-humans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7643976629566997916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7643976629566997916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuffing-humans.html' title='Stuffing Humans.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-8897694569756815980</id><published>2010-11-25T00:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:38:23.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's filled with food and family, I know mine will be good, what about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-8897694569756815980?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8897694569756815980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8897694569756815980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8897694569756815980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-4902505812557108870</id><published>2010-11-20T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:14:08.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was thinking..</title><content type='html'>Do you guys remember, a long time ago, when those Native Americans blessed me? They brought me a blanket, with a wolf on it, and told me that in their culture, the wolf was seen as a blessing, because it would bring back the lost children to their&amp;nbsp;village. They said God was calling me to be the wolf, and to bring back all his lost children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made the connection between me becoming a youth leader, and that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interesante&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-4902505812557108870?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/4902505812557108870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4902505812557108870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4902505812557108870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-thinking.html' title='I was thinking..'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-58294263840496726</id><published>2010-11-18T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:46:51.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkeys and Hams.</title><content type='html'>What am I thankful for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Thanksgiving used to be food to me, food and giving your mom the standard answer of "my house, my family, and my friends" when she asked you what you were thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's changed. So what am I actually thankful for this year?&lt;br /&gt;Well, to start, This summer I got an internship working at my church. I'm thankful that I have the&amp;nbsp;opportunity to get to know students from my role as a leader, as well as &amp;nbsp;being able to share my&amp;nbsp;experiences&amp;nbsp;with them, and learn from them as much as they've learned from me.&lt;br /&gt;With that, I'm thankful to have been able to become closer to my sister Ciara, work with her, and gain a better understanding of who she is and what her likes, dislikes, strengths, and weaknesses are.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to have gotten closer to my Auntie Sarah, gain patience and someone i know won't be afraid to ask me to do something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the opportunity to have worked with my sister Lindsey, to learn about myself, gain an understanding of why I do things, and also, just to have time well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the freedom to travel the nation, to see half of America up close and personal. I'm thankful for the new friends I made, and the family I made from some of them. I'm thankful to have been able to do things I may never be able to do again. I'm thankful for the wonder that is God's creation, and having the liberty to explore some of it's natural wonders.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to have been able to&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;all that with my family, with little annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not thankful for Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that people know they can rely on me, and ask me for help when they need someone to do something others don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my wonderful friends, who stick with me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my Amazing art teacher Vicki, for giving me opportunities to expand all my knowledge and skills, for showing me the extent (and potential) of my own talents, and being a generally fun person to be around. I'm also thankful for my other art teacher Miss Breanna, for making me check my angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the Google team i was a part of during the beginning of this year, we may have lost the challenge, but it was a blast while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my teacher, for being understanding and not owning me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I own the key to the cave of wonders"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-58294263840496726?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/58294263840496726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/turkeys-and-hams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/58294263840496726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/58294263840496726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/turkeys-and-hams.html' title='Turkeys and Hams.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-5341886891300237309</id><published>2010-11-16T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:49:35.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old men and roses.</title><content type='html'>I found out today (yesterday, now, because I'm posting this late) that my Tata's best friend passed away.&lt;br /&gt;Chapo, I started thinking about him, we were never close, we never talked, he was just that guy that would sit next to my Tata, in the garage, watching nothing but the air. "Say hi to Chapo" my Tata would tell me, and I would, he was family.&lt;br /&gt;He always wore slacks, a pair of dress shoes, a short sleeve button up shirt (the top 2-3 button were never buttoned) and his huge glasses, which, if you looked at him right, it'd seem as though Chapo had huge bug eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapo had somewhat of a garden, or a flower bed at least. Roses grew, beautiful ones. I remember one occasion, when myself and my Tia lili (two and a half years older than myself) were playng hide and seek within the houses immediately surrounding my Nana and Tata's house. I'm not sure who we were hiding from, as it was just us two, perhaps we were on a secret mission?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we continued playing throughout Elburg street, we noticed the wide range of flowers growing among the houses, and decided we should pick some for our mothers. We picked a few poppies, some other flowers which I don't remember, and set our eyes on Chapo's roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were good kids ok? So we asked nicely at his doorstep if we could have some of his roses for our mother's, to our surprise, he said yes. He came out, cut us a few roses, and sent us on our way.&lt;br /&gt;Chapo, I've realized, was that guy that would shake my hand, tell my Tata I was getting big, tease me, fix my scooter, and pull a coin straight out of my ear. He'll always hold a place in my childhood, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "aie mijo, comoestas?" -Chapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-5341886891300237309?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/5341886891300237309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/old-men-and-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5341886891300237309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5341886891300237309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/old-men-and-roses.html' title='Old men and roses.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-313062863357733807</id><published>2010-11-15T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:38:38.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>her lipstick was acid, my fingerprints were glowing.</title><content type='html'>Jess' dad told me that his daughter's lipstick was acid, that he'd scan her dress with infra red to pick out my finger prints, and that he'd cut my... ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, point taken Mr. T. point taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/TODxWy4bX0I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Oxel5gjQ5mQ/s1600/Homecoming+2010+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/TODxWy4bX0I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Oxel5gjQ5mQ/s320/Homecoming+2010+006.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Homecoming with my friend Jess. It was fun :) and I still have my... so you know I didn't do anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't know anyone there, i sat with a bunch of people I didn't know.. and Jess. Funny people, 3 other couples. Vivian and.. her date (i forgot his name, sorry guy!). Stacy? was it? and.. Daniel. i think. Then Shannon and Peter... i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. When we first got there, pulling up in the infamous 'Adventure Van', i realized this would be my first 'date', for lack of a better term. The few hours before had been filled with getting ready, waiting anxiously in her dad's man-cave watching a football game while &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; got ready (you'd think we were getting married or something), and most of all, pictures. I walked up to the entrance, emptied my pockets as requested (I worry about my friends in public school, seeing as his is mandatory), and proceeded (after getting through admission) to buy our pictures. For some reason, the group in front of us had the hardest time just BUYING THEIR FRIGGIN PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 'em a whole 20 minutes, then they still had to be photographed, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our pictures, yay! I had a bit of fun with the photographer, learned something new. Then we found some seats, with the people i listed above. They were fun, a funny group. We all spilled water at least once, the girls had fun complaining about their dates while they were gone bringing them food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I got asked most was: "did you guys dance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what's the point of going to a dance and not dancing? Yes, we danced, no, there was no slow dance [insert&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;expression here]. There was just fast music, which we tried, and half succeeded at, dancing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i had never seen so many people grinding on each other, as a girl at our table quoted it: "I see teens mating on the dance floor".&lt;br /&gt;Well said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, we were a bit weary of the dance floor. And mainly spent our time hanging out at the table, which was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night, I have no regrets, and i got to take a beautiful girl (yeah i said it) to a dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Let me call all my cop friends and let 'em know where this place is" -Mr.T.&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/TODw9pi0nnI/AAAAAAAAAbg/zIMrHv-Gzt8/s1600/Homecoming+2010+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/TODw9pi0nnI/AAAAAAAAAbg/zIMrHv-Gzt8/s320/Homecoming+2010+017.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-313062863357733807?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/313062863357733807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/her-lipstick-was-acid-my-fingerprints.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/313062863357733807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/313062863357733807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/her-lipstick-was-acid-my-fingerprints.html' title='her lipstick was acid, my fingerprints were glowing.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/TODxWy4bX0I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Oxel5gjQ5mQ/s72-c/Homecoming+2010+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-1683905883795228491</id><published>2010-11-06T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:46:30.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HandSlap.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking the other day, about this book i had started reading earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The same stuff as stars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never finished it, and as far as i knew.. it was in my room. Well, I decided I wanted to start reading it again.. but then I couldn't find it. I searched high, i searched low, i searched through the mess that is my room, and not a single trace of it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, half of that book belongs to Ian, so i better find it. In the meantime I'm reading a Starwars book, because deep down inside, I'm a big nerd, and I love Sci-Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the truth people, and you must deal with it. Ernie Macias is a nerd who loves starwars, just like Izzy, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, where is that book? It was getting really good, and then we went on our amazing road trip, and I haven't seen it since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it's always fun till you lose a really good book&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-1683905883795228491?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/1683905883795228491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/handslap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1683905883795228491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1683905883795228491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/11/handslap.html' title='HandSlap.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3119701326542005960</id><published>2010-10-30T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T02:20:23.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FacePunch</title><content type='html'>Sanity, the social norm of the world.&lt;br /&gt;The social norm, being average.&lt;br /&gt;Insanity, socially irregular.&lt;br /&gt;Minor insanity, the mark of a person with a potential to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my belief, based on the actions of great thinkers, leaders, and activists throughout history.&lt;br /&gt;Without a minor sense of insanity, you are incapable of thinking 'outside the box', because sanity means uniformity between the average thinkers of the world. Disunity means to break free from the world, beak free from what other people would think, and become truly great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanity leads to uniformity, uniformity leads to the loss of the self. That, my friends, marks the end of the Human spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I blame 1984&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3119701326542005960?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3119701326542005960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/10/facepunch.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3119701326542005960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3119701326542005960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/10/facepunch.html' title='FacePunch'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-5987602354917279766</id><published>2010-10-15T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T06:44:50.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3:35am</title><content type='html'>3:35am says the digital &amp;nbsp;clock next to the tv. I've nearly reached the flash point, that point where your body decides it'll just skip tonights sleep and stay awake. Why am I up so late?&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be honest, i have a crap load of homework that's due in the morning, much more than I can physically do in one night.&lt;br /&gt;how did this happen? You can do anything right?&lt;br /&gt;Right, because God is my father, however, you can't run after you've tied your shoe laces together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got distracted, lost my focus, and here I am. I'm not sure what distracted me this week.. I can think back and I don't immediately understand what it was.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was nothing, it could very well have just been myself, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:49am- &amp;nbsp;Flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:06am-&lt;br /&gt;It's cold now.. the floor is cold and it's seeping through my 'army hero' pajama pants, freezing my thighs. No one's around, and by 'around' i mean online. This is understandable, seeing as most of my friends have school.. in 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;It still is lonely though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:26am-&lt;br /&gt;My nose feels frozen.. I can't wait to dive under my blankets and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:45am-&lt;br /&gt;"no one is available to chat"&lt;br /&gt;I want &amp;nbsp;a fighter jet. Preferably an F22, however, an F4 wouldn't be so bad, the only problem with the F4 is that it wasn't designed with guns.&lt;br /&gt;Upon beating my favorite video game "Ace combat 5, the Unsung war", I thought to myself "I am the best video game fighter pilot in the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:13am-&lt;br /&gt;I have to make it to 6am now..&lt;br /&gt;The hours are so long though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:36am-&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my essay.. at least i have something to show :P&lt;br /&gt;also Tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45am-&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-5987602354917279766?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/5987602354917279766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/10/335am.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5987602354917279766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5987602354917279766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/10/335am.html' title='3:35am'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-841646536390333833</id><published>2010-10-06T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:35:35.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>Ernesto, Leonel, Macias, the Third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernesto, meaning earnest, sincere.&lt;br /&gt;Leonel, meaning Lion.&lt;br /&gt;Macias... now, Macias is a tough one.. buuuut, I've heard it could have derived from the Spanish word 'messias'. which is Messiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOO, in that, I give you this self translation of my name: Earnest and sincere Lion of the Messiah.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT NAO!?&lt;br /&gt;Don't play with the Lion of the Messiah, I mean it, sincerely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our names hold significance to who we are, in this, i do believe. God named people in the bible, or instructed their parents to give them certain names. I still believe God gave us our names for a reason, because we'e his children, and if someone messed up our name, he renames us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, it's late and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-841646536390333833?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/841646536390333833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/841646536390333833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/841646536390333833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-468990677869494841</id><published>2010-10-02T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:17:25.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BronzeGrl</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I must disagree with you, although I can understand your mentality (being a young person). For some reason, people think they can skip the in between and go straight to the top and although this can and does happen, the concepts and wisdom you learn in between can be invaluable and hold you together in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the Bible Jesus told the disciples to follow him and he would make them fishers of men. They had to have training, observe Jesus and understand what he wanted of them. Ernie, do not be in a rush to get to the top, take your time and learn from those with wisdom and experience. Peter could not have walked on water if he had not already learned some valuable things from Jesus. It is not AZ, it is A through Z. Learn the in between. You sound like a nice young man and I wish you all the best"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Thank you for sharing your criticism, first I'd like to say I respect you views and ideas, and I thank you for leaving this comment. In that, I have this to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;My beliefs, views, and thoughts are not concepts, they come from the wisdom bestowed upon me by God and my parents. If you thought i was saying I could graduate high-school and become CEO of a company, you are mistaken, and I'm sorry you misunderstood. I do have plenty of wisdom, and if you don't believe this, so be it. A person's life will always take time, what I'm saying is that people don't have to waste time trudging around looking for that 'golden opportunity' of theirs. As far as I can tell, Jesus took care of all of us by dying on the cross, so why do we waste time moping around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;My Dad created the universe, why should i expect anything less then excellence in my life?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Of course, I've had many disappointments in my life, but I still expect the most, in myself, and in my life. If my God loves me enough to die for me, I believe he also loves me enough to give me the best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Jesus told his disciples to follow him, and they did, there weren't any applications, they didn't have to pass any tests. They simply followed him, and he took care of them. Did David need to train before he went to fight Goliath? No, because our strength doesn't come from the world, it comes from God. Just as everything we ever need comes from God. You're right, life isn't AZ, it's A through living to the fullest you can for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Luke 9:1-6 says: "1.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; line-height: normal;"&gt;Then he called his twelve disciples together, and gave them power and authority over all devils, and to cure diseases. 2.And he sent them to preach the kingdom of God, and to heal the sick. 3.And he said unto them, Take nothing for [your] journey, neither staves, nor scrip, neither bread, neither money; neither have two coats apiece. 4.And whatsoever house ye enter into, there abide, and thence depart. 5.And whosoever will not receive you, when ye go out of that city, shake off the very dust from your feet for a testimony against them. 6.And they departed, and went through the towns, preaching the gospel, and healing every where."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;We are all Jesus' disciples, he gave us power and authority over all evil and sickness, and yet you think we shouldn't expect the best?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Matthew 7:8 "For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;No ifs, ands, or buts. I think that lay's it out pretty clear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;if not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;John 15:16 "Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and [that] your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Not only do we receive fruit, we give it. And I don't know about you, but I've never seen fruit grow in some sorry looking dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;John 16: 23-24 "23.And in that day ye shall ask me nothing. Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give [it] you. 24.Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Full joy, see that? That's what I seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;John 16:33 "These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Jesus overcame the world, so whatever the world says is normal, I don't have to live by.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;James 1:5 "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all [men] liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I prayed for wisdom, unwavering, for about a year straight. Go ahead and contradict what I've said, but know this: God has given me wisdom for a reason, he's placed me in a position to be a leader, to achieve, and to be great. God created us in &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;image, the same image as the God who created the very fabric that keeps your body from exploding and being torn to shreds &amp;nbsp;each time your neurons send messages through your brain. Sure, we're not perfect, but we strive to be, and my perfect doesn't include waiting around wasting my time not being great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am an example of God, not an example of a human. God calls us to follow him and to be like him, he does not call us to be like the world. My life is a leap of faith, on that, you can count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;- Ernie Macias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;P.S. My mentality has nothing to do with being young, it has everything to do with my God being the one keeping your heart and my heart beating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-468990677869494841?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/468990677869494841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/10/bronzegrl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/468990677869494841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/468990677869494841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/10/bronzegrl.html' title='BronzeGrl'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-2918417719454061148</id><published>2010-09-17T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:42:44.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round House Kick!</title><content type='html'>it's sunny, I'm wearing pants and a shirt, and I'm cold. srsly, what the fridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come across a belief in the world, that many people share. I'm not many people, I'd just like to state that.&lt;br /&gt;The belief is that in order to be anything, you have to start at the bottom and work your way up. Well, that doesn't float with me, because I like to live, and me living does not include wasting time 'working my way up'. I'f I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Lets take a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. My first real art classes took place at Biola University, for free.&lt;br /&gt;#2. I should have failed my permit test, but I didn't, because people like me.&lt;br /&gt;#3. My first job wasn't flipping burgers at McDonald's, It was making up games and being a leader. I got paid to do nothing, basically.&lt;br /&gt;#4. Now when I go to camp, I go as a counselor. I was the youngest camp Counselor YFC Spin sumer camp ever had (besides my fellow intern, who's my age).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my belief: You don't HAVE to start at the bottom and work your way up. George Washington didn't do it, he was just a plain badass. Argue with me, I don't care. You'll never hit the 100 if you're shooting at the 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it&amp;nbsp;overconfidence, say I have high expectations, and you know what? I agree with you. Because the God that takes care of me, is the same God that's holding the whole Universe together. Peter didn't walk on water by 'working his way up', he walked on water by believing he could, by believing in &amp;nbsp;the power of God. What happened when he started doubting? He sank, and Jesus had to come pull his butt out of the water. The faith of a mustard seed can move a mountain, you don't have to move it yourself, you just tell it 'move over there' and it would do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we, as Christians, pretend like we have to do all this hard work? Does God not say that even the birds will always be fed, and how much more he would do for us? Your belief in having to do all this hard work in order to be something, comes from a lack of belief itself, and why?&lt;br /&gt;Because you're scared, you're scared it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fear is the greatest thing that we can destroy ourselves with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-2918417719454061148?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/2918417719454061148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/09/round-house-kick.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2918417719454061148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2918417719454061148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/09/round-house-kick.html' title='Round House Kick!'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-596588475473306388</id><published>2010-08-19T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:05:45.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's been a while.</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I can't tell you much about my trip because there's way too much. I climbed a few rocks ('climbed' and 'rocks' are understatements) saw a few things ('a few' and 'things' are also understatements). The trip was fantastic, I'm not sure how I'll ever trump it. I realize, through this trip, that not only is the world huge with lots to see, Cali itself is huge with lots to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: California is the best state ever, I've seen about half our states, and i do find myself qualified to make this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to do in life, so much to enjoy, so many &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to enjoy. We take it for granted, "oh, it's just a big hole in the ground"- No. it's the frugging GRAND CANYON. There's no time to worry, not time to play everything safe. Take a risk, step out on a ledge, look over the edge, and stand in awe of what you see. So maybe you fall, get back up, and carry on. Don't whine about how boring your life is, you can find something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a lot this summer, a lot about myself, my family, the world I live in. I've also learned a lot about love and how to love. I'm not talking about loving only one person, I'm talking about real life love, loving people, loving myself, loving my church, and loving my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Love is a very broad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject change: I spent yesterday at Soak City, pretty awesome. It was myself, Jess, Sarah, and 3 other's whose name's escape me. They didn't like the slides to much, so Jess and I were the ones owning the park. :awesome day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject change: I leave for camp tonight.. again.. smh. This time I'll be leading a group of teenage dudes, some christian, most not. It should be something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject change: I was reading up on Jess' blog, she posted some of her 'favorite stuff' and I figured I should do the same, since I know you're all dying to know my 'favorite stuff'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: purple&lt;br /&gt;Month: December&lt;br /&gt;Socks: black.. matching not required&lt;br /&gt;Flower: white&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: black high-top Converse (all start tyvm)&lt;br /&gt;Number: 5&lt;br /&gt;Sketch book: they new one&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Ian G.&lt;br /&gt;Person to invite besides Ian: Jess&lt;br /&gt;Thing to do: hang out&lt;br /&gt;Food: Cheeseburger con todos&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Star Wars EP:V &amp;lt;-- lolface&lt;br /&gt;Game: CN(comp) Ace combat 5 (PS2) CoD MW:2 (PS3) Smash Bros Brawl (Wii)&lt;br /&gt;Song: Give it all- Rise against.&lt;br /&gt;Place: anyplace with either of the two people above.&lt;br /&gt;Person: God (is God a person?.......) Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Word: awkward.&lt;br /&gt;Quote: (changes often) "They be doin max extras"- Cici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Learn to love, and you'll find yourself living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-596588475473306388?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/596588475473306388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/596588475473306388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/596588475473306388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-its-been-while.html' title='So it&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-6582355690944552766</id><published>2010-07-19T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:08:04.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRB Roadtrip (tick)</title><content type='html'>The gist of it is: Cali to Ohio to New York to Tennessee back to Cali, oh yeah, and everything in-between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I can. And i like to be driving straight at the sun for a matter of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone for something like two weeks, two weeks of heat, summer, and lots of America. I plan on making everyone in America jealous of us people that live in Cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-6582355690944552766?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/6582355690944552766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/07/brb-roadtrip-tick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6582355690944552766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6582355690944552766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/07/brb-roadtrip-tick.html' title='BRB Roadtrip (tick)'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3136288286468919018</id><published>2010-07-09T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:41:37.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Long Beach.</title><content type='html'>I'm standing under the hot sun, the grass of Ramona park beneath my feet. Two young girls approach me, one of them had been following me around all day. "Hi Ernie" says the older one with a smile. "Hey", a simple response, to show I was uninterested in them. "I bet you don't know my name" The Girl was right, i had no idea who she was, in that, i told the truth "I bet I don't." She was apt on getting me to talk to her "I'll tell you and you're gonna laugh, ok?" "okay..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited a second, then told me her "name".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marrajawanna"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I did laugh, only at the sheer stupidity. "It's true, I even wrote it on my bag. She showed me her bag, "Marijuana" was written in large bold letters across the back of it. I said nothing. "se habla espanol?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "no habla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: "yeah you do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "yo no hablas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: "quieres marijuana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I decided it was best to walk away and not look back. "no." I said as I turned to escape her, she followed me for a couple yards, insisting that i wanted some weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sitting on the warm sidewalk, watching the children as they play on the playground. There are 4 light and life kids on the playground, including sam and liberty. There are about 7 local kids on the playground, including the one Alpha female with the attitude. As the birds sing, and the dandelions dance, the local kids start picking on two light and life kids. "Sam" I called him over to me "what are those kid's names?" I knew I'd have to call them by name when things got rough, to let the local kids know that they were my responsibility. Things escalated quickly, as i imagined they would, to the point where the two light and life kids were about to get an old school Long Beach pounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way over to a position where i could easily see all 7 of the local kids. "Hey!" I shouted as I grew my ego exponentially, letting everyone know that I was in charge now. "if ANYONE touches those two kids, I'm gonna.." A million thoughts ran through my mind on how to finish that sentence, it ended up with "be PISSED!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone shut up and shrank, as i was hoping for. Everyone except the Alpha female. "well he punched my sister!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a point where I doubt myself, and other points where I simply deny everything anyone else says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bullcrap" I said, rejecting her false sense of reality "I was sitting right there watching the whole damn thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well I don't let anyone hurt my family" She said, looking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good, and you better believe that anyone that touches my family is gonna get messed up, and these kids are MY family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She muttered some sense of nonsense to which I ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the children by name, and took them off of the playground, pissed that anyone would try to hurt them, and ready to break a few faces if i needed to. Adrenaline pumping through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder to myself, why I was so protective over a few little kids I didn't even know, and why was I ready to fight for them rather then just pull them off the playground and leave? Because they were from my church? I realized then, that my church is my family, and I care for them as that. I don't simply have friends, I have one big family of people, all of which I care for as that.&lt;br /&gt;That said, don't mess with my family, or im gonna be PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are 'those' days, and then there are days like mine.&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3136288286468919018?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3136288286468919018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-bless-long-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3136288286468919018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3136288286468919018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-bless-long-beach.html' title='God Bless Long Beach.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-6405420874329565762</id><published>2010-07-07T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T01:06:33.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility. Money. And doing what needs to be done.</title><content type='html'>since the beginning of last month, I've been a paid, working, intern for my church. I work with the youth, as a leader, I also work around the church in general. Doing odd jobs. The only real difference between what I do now, and what i did before, is that i'm more involved in planning Fusion, I get paid, and i show up earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, on Sunday, people were kneeling down at the altar and praying, then today, a woman came in asking about "the lady for the food". She was looking for Sarah and the compassion closet (a closet of necessities for people in need). Sarah wasn't around, so the receptionist just sent her to the ministry center.&lt;br /&gt;I realized, upon listening to the woman ask me about Sarah and the compassion closet, as well as seeing the people at the altar, that it's my job to help these people, even if i'm just a youth leader. I led the woman to the compassion closet myself, turned on the light for her, grabbed her a bag, and told her to grab whatever she needed. Then, I turned around and dared everyone to give her a dirty look, no one did. Ciara prayed for her (she's more like that, i just set people up), and we sent her on her way with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the people praying, I ended up praying for everyone there, awkwardly a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I work, that's what I'm supposed to be doing. I don't necessarily like going up in front of a church and praying for others, nor do I particularly enjoy helping random women that i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;What i do like, is loving people, and thus, I do what God tells me needs to be done in order to make them feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where I'm going with any of this. it's almost 1AM and I'm bum tired from an awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of the matter is. I like loving people. In a nice way.. not like. romantically.. much. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading this cool book called "the same stuff as stars" it's boring and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy came to visit Fusion, and was being an annoying pest. He came from Big Bear, and was acting like he was better then us LB kids, he even started trying to act all "gangster". Whatever dude. Go back to big bear and take your ego with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fusion was awesome. Both Jess and Ian were there, we had amazing water wars, I soaked everyone, including Jess and Ian. With water balloons, and my water gun, which i accidentally forgot there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im tired, and i wont sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-6405420874329565762?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/6405420874329565762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/07/responsibility-money-and-doing-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6405420874329565762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6405420874329565762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/07/responsibility-money-and-doing-what.html' title='Responsibility. Money. And doing what needs to be done.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-8570894120537590902</id><published>2010-06-28T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:11:38.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends and new songs.</title><content type='html'>Gunnar, one of my child hood friends, is 17 now, like myself. I saw him last night, he sells cutco knives. I realized, we're old, we have jobs, and we'll never be as young as we were. The world is transitioning now, in a few years it'll belong to me, and I'll join the average life of the American worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT! Screw that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know anything about me, you'll know that I don't follow the paved path, I create my own and see what happens. That'll be my mark on history, history isn't made by doing the same thing as the last guy, history is made through change. I plan on being that change. I plan on taking your average plans, and tearing them to shreds, because I can.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to sell cutco knives, I'm not going to be another average teen with an average job and an average paycheck. I'm going to take over the whole friggin world, watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, if you believe in yourself, you can do whatever you want and no one can stop you." - Mema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mema is right, nothing in this world wasn't achieved by hard work and self belief. Do you think if George Washington didn't believe he could win the war, he would have? no.&lt;br /&gt;Some people fail to realize how easy it is to do something, if you want to do something, do it. That's how simple it is. That's how simple I'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Because I can.&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. WATCH ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-8570894120537590902?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8570894120537590902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-friends-and-new-songs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8570894120537590902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8570894120537590902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-friends-and-new-songs.html' title='Old friends and new songs.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-6427634155456111985</id><published>2010-06-27T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:13:03.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp.</title><content type='html'>I was going to leave for summer camp tomorrow morning, today i found out it was cancelled. I was bummed to say the least. Winter camp got cancelled, now summer camp, and Kidder Creek looks hopeless because of our family road trip.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Calvin is in the hospital with Kidney failure and an enlarged heart. I know what Kidney failure is, but WTF is an enlarged heart? I honestly have no idea. This entire week has been non-stop something, I have something to do every single day, it's a hindrance.&lt;br /&gt;My art show was alright. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of yesterday hanging out with Ian and Jess. We watched the fireworks at Lakewood mall, spectacular. One of the best finale's I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now 'that guy' simply because i wear two sweaters. and also.. a few other reasons. But who cares? Testosterone does funny things. I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night at Ian's house the other day (no, i cannot recall what day it was). We strapped an LED to a battery, made an on/off button, and stuck the whole device to my sunglasses. It's a bright LED that makes for blinding people well. I seem to have bitten off more than I can chew this summer, If I'm not working, I'm at a friends house. If I'm not at a friends house, I'm doing chores at home. Awesome. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My overall consensus is that I'm bummed, Winter camp got cancelled, summer camp is cancelled, and I won't be able to make Kidder Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention Sajasabie failed to move onto phase 2 of moonbots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes, stuff doesn't work out, so you grab your cup of tea and carry on.&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-6427634155456111985?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/6427634155456111985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/06/camp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6427634155456111985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6427634155456111985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/06/camp.html' title='Camp.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-7603973930697168607</id><published>2010-06-24T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:17:01.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The peak.</title><content type='html'>I love that feeling of reaching the highest peak of something. Myself and Fusion scaled a mountain today, it was more of a hike, but it felt like we scaled it. The whole way up was steep, hot, and dusty. Half my 3/4 of my water went to someone other than myself.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself thinking "why is it so hard for everyone except me?", the world may never know. Jessica came along, she's a trooper, never complained. Kayla, Cici, Ana, and Beth were our whiner babies, Evi just kept trotting. Our fearless leaders were great as usual. Tj and Lindsey.&lt;br /&gt;We all signed a book that was left at the top, with out name and a quote. Mine went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm all out of water, sounds like a fun day. - Ernie. p.s. It's so hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other's... I don't know what they wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, after we finished writing our quotes, I achieved Tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what the... is "tock"?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friends, Tock is completion, at the beginning of the day, we have tick, once our day is complete, or we are satisfied, we achieve Tock (and hence, tick tock).&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the peak, tock was achieved for myself. Upon eating lunch, I achieved over-tock. and now, as I get ready to spend the night at Ian's house, I will achieve re-tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I'm all out of water, sounds like a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-7603973930697168607?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7603973930697168607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/06/peak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7603973930697168607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7603973930697168607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/06/peak.html' title='The peak.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-1897273791129226264</id><published>2010-05-21T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:08:26.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>war, a love story.</title><content type='html'>It took me hours just to find President George W. Bush's declaration of war against Iraq, sure i could have used Wikipedia, but i kind of wanted something more viable. I grabbed it off CNN.&lt;br /&gt;Lets get a few things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;believe that we (The United States of America) invaded Iraq to give their people freedom and well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that's not true, we just wanted their oil"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, i guess we just decided to blow up the twin towers as well, and guess what, there's also a place called Area 51 where the Government holds Aliens.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being ignorant and look at the picture here. I believe it was March 19 2003 when we (The United States of America) declared war against Iraq. U.S. Troops have been there for seven years, two months, and some days.&lt;br /&gt;Agreed?&lt;br /&gt;Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, next stop, September eleventh 2001.&lt;br /&gt;19 terrorists hijacked 4 civilian planes, two of the planes were flown into the Twin Towers, killing not only those on board, but thousands more inside the buildings and on the ground. The third plane was flown into the pentagon, also killing innocent Americans. The fourth plane was found in a field, upside down, the Americans on the plane managed to fight for their freedom, and gain control of the plane. Sadly, they too perished.&lt;br /&gt;That day marked an attack on America's freedom, it attacked the freedom of being able to go outside, and know you were safe. Imagine if that were every day of our easy American lives, imagine if we lived under the rule of a violent, murderous, dictator.&lt;br /&gt;America saw that in Iraq, we saw that people were living with the fear and terror we experienced on September 11th.&lt;br /&gt;Saddam Hussien was threatening the freedom, and peace, of the world. He did this by oppressing his people, using fear and violence to rule Iraq, and the world was watching him do it. The moment America stops standing up for freedom, is the moment the world turns black and reeks of the countless lives that have been lost fighting for the right to live freely.&lt;br /&gt;We declared war on Iraq, not for oil, but to save the world from people like Saddam Hussien, like the 19 terrorists that attacked America, to show them, and everyone like them, that we are not afraid to bring the fight to them. America wasn't afraid to invade another country with freedom as an objective.&lt;br /&gt;If America wanted oil, we would have taken it and pulled out of Iraq by now, we wouldn't have stayed seven years, nurturing and baby-sitting a newly reformed nation, still fighting terrorists and spending countless dollars, just to get our hands on some crummy oil.&lt;br /&gt;You use common sense for once, look at the big picture, the world isn't about you and how you think your Government is so greedy. There are worse problems in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My fellow citizens, at this hour American and coalition forces are in the early stages of military operations to disarm Iraq, to free its people and to defend the world from grave danger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On my orders, coalition forces have begun striking selected targets of military importance to undermine Saddam Hussein's ability to wage war. These are opening stages of what will be a broad and concerted campaign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More than 35 countries are giving crucial support, from the use of naval and air bases, to help with intelligence and logistics, to the deployment of combat units. Every nation in this coalition has chosen to bear the duty and share the honor of serving in our common defense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To all of the men and women of the United States armed forces now in the Middle East, the peace of a troubled world and the hopes of an oppressed people now depend on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That trust is well placed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The enemies you confront will come to know your skill and bravery. The people you liberate will witness the honorable and decent spirit of the American military.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this conflict, America faces an enemy who has no regard for conventions of war or rules of morality. Saddam Hussein has placed Iraqi troops and equipment in civilian areas, attempting to use innocent men, women and children as shields for his own military; a final atrocity against his people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want Americans and all the world to know that coalition forces will make every effort to spare innocent civilians from harm. A campaign on the harsh terrain of a nation as large as California could be longer and more difficult than some predict. And helping Iraqis achieve a united, stable and free country will require our sustained commitment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We come to Iraq with respect for its citizens, for their great civilization and for the religious faiths they practice. We have no ambition in Iraq, except to remove a threat and restore control of that country to its own people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that the families of our military are praying that all those who serve will return safely and soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Million of Americans are praying with you for the safety of your loved ones and for the protection of the innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For your sacrifice, you have the gratitude and respect of the American people and you can know that our forces will be coming home as soon as their work is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our nation enters this conflict reluctantly, yet our purpose is sure. The people of the United States and our friends and allies will not live at the mercy of an outlaw regime that threatens the peace with weapons of mass murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will meet that threat now with our Army, Air Force, Navy, Coast Guard and Marines, so that we do not have to meet it later with armies of firefighters and police and doctors on the streets of our cities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that conflict has come, the only way to limit its duration is to apply decisive force. And I assure you, this will not be a campaign of half measures and we will accept no outcome but victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My fellow citizens, the dangers to our country and the world will be overcome. We will pass through this time of peril and carry on the work of peace. We will defend our freedom. We will bring freedom to others. And we will prevail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May God bless our country and all who defend her." - President George W. Bush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-1897273791129226264?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/1897273791129226264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/war-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1897273791129226264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1897273791129226264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/war-love-story.html' title='war, a love story.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-5490663551493958819</id><published>2010-05-13T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:24:18.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So. that was unexpected.</title><content type='html'>Well... not the day i was hoping for. i got to play two half games of paintball, both of which only had only 11 players. 5 on one team, 6 on the other. We were playing on a CQC field, it has rows of buildings on two sides, and cars/busses down the middle. My team was comprised of: Myself, my little brother, my dad, my dad's friend, and two random dudes.&lt;br /&gt;First game, my dad and his friend take left (the zipper, closest range combat in the whole field) the two guys take the right (buildings and open range) myself and sam go up the middle. About 30 seconds into the game, sam gets popped right on his pods and is out, seeing as i was right next to him, i was able to spot the enemy. I ran into the nearest building that had a window facing the guy who shot Sam, i crept up, keeping out of sight, popped out and snapped off three shots, two of which smashed into the guy's face mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT this point, i was at the threshold of "behind enemy lines" so i was keeping an eye around every corner for any dudes that stayed behind. Well, i got bored, so i camped at one spot trying to listen for gunfire, one of my team mates comes up behind me, and we decide to move up.&lt;br /&gt;Now we ARE behind enemy lines, and we have NO idea where the enemy is, so naturally, we go a-huntin. he takes middle left, i take middle right.&lt;br /&gt;snap snap snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snap snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a guy behind a bus, then i see three paintballs fly over and one hit my right over my head.&lt;br /&gt;That was my first game, rather uneventful and boring, the second game was worse. I shot some guy and he wiped the paint off like an idiot, so my dad shot him three more times.&lt;br /&gt;See what happens? Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i had to leave for art class :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next time we go, i want to ACTUALLY play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i want a coat, with a big collar, but not too big like a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-5490663551493958819?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/5490663551493958819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-that-was-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5490663551493958819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5490663551493958819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-that-was-unexpected.html' title='So. that was unexpected.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-8087044827744958492</id><published>2010-05-12T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:35:37.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This, Is, War.</title><content type='html'>It's war time, time for me to do what men do, fight. It's what we've always done, we fight to see who's better, who's stronger, who's greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHat are you talking about!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about paintball! one of the greatest games ever created! You run, you jump, you dive and crawl, there's shooting and yelling and pain. yes, it's only a little, but there's pain.&lt;br /&gt;I love playing paintball, someone asked me "how do you play? what's your style?"&lt;br /&gt;I put it this way: I don't join the front line, i make the front line.&lt;br /&gt;Why not!? it's a game, what's the point if you're not getting shot at and making guys pee their pants because they've never seen a player as psychotic as you? I like the feeling of running up to a spot, and realizing, the only people in front of you are the ones you want to shoot, where's the rest of your team? hiding in some bunker behind you, that's a real fight.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't walk down that hall, with a gigantic splatter all over your mask or hopper, you weren't fighting hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to this: I got a set of plain Artist trading cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what does that have to do with paintball?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist trading Cards, artists make them, and trade them... like every other kind of trading cards, except you make them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to make them, and trade them with other artists.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to other news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be in an art show!&lt;br /&gt;I'll post details when i get them, but it's going to be sweet, my very first art show! yay!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- war, without it, would men ever have peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-8087044827744958492?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8087044827744958492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8087044827744958492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8087044827744958492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-war.html' title='This, Is, War.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-5610793347511365204</id><published>2010-05-12T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:25:50.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And who might you be?</title><content type='html'>Mysterious Formspring'er that keeps asking me wonderful questions, look at you, I know you're reading this, so i figured I'd say thank you. Thank you for asking real questions and not being retarded :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. to business. I've been thinking hard about decisions lately, decisions about friends, relationships, what i should do in the future, what I shouldn't do. I realized, there are so many decisions! I can't go around thinking each one through, it's not in me, it's not my nature.&lt;br /&gt;I do things, sometimes without any thought at all. Sure, it can get me into trouble, but other times it just leads me on my little adventure called Life. &lt;br /&gt;People say that I should think about my decisions, i should think about the consequences. Well, bad news, sometimes i just can't do that. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;will &lt;/b&gt;jump without checking the depth sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;run without knowing where I'm going sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, and I can't stress this enough, I do try to think, and I am trying harder to be smart with my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(where am i going with this i don't even....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'm tired and it's 12:30AM. GoodNight Drones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to make sense is to have someone associate with the nonsense you call communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-5610793347511365204?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/5610793347511365204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-who-might-you-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5610793347511365204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5610793347511365204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-who-might-you-be.html' title='And who might you be?'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-9193715762537452648</id><published>2010-05-09T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:48:58.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The FP is back.</title><content type='html'>Upon recent events, i decided it was time to Dig up the Ernie of old. Spaz, The Flamingo Prince, is back. Get ready world, because I'm a bit mad, bored, and i have $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what does $20 have to do with anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to do with EVERYTHING. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN ACCOMPLISH WITH $20!?&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending twenty bucks, on bleach.. for my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN IM PWNING MOONBOTS WITH NAI! (the pineapple king)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh.. okay.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn straight. Because I'll do what i wanna, when i wanna, where i wanna. No more waiting around for people, this is a "keep pace with me or get left behind" deal. (not "kinda deal", just "deal." period.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And why are you doing this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.. For too long I've fallen into this emotional, dependent, depressed, and boring, Ernie. And it's time to come out. It's time to get back to ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be SpAz! The guy that rolled your Car in yarn and laughed while you tried to unravel it. The one that PWNS you with a SPECTACULAAARRRR comeback when you try to make fun of him. The guy that embarrasses you by picking you up and running around with you when.. when you give me a reason to do that.&lt;br /&gt;The Flamingo Prince! Who got excited for the yearly kidnappings of Jr. Highers. The guy who snuck around leaving Flamingos in the front yards of complete strangers. The guy that said "Lets go one bigger! Lets leave em a dirty matress!". The guy that carried a log named George around camp! JUST BECAUSE HE LIKED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I've been letting myself miss out on, I've stopped biking (mostly because dad broke my bike.. but still), I've stopped waging war on the kiddos because I'm bored, it's sad but... I even stopped drawing what's in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! IT'S TERRIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll draw most of it tomorrow... and never show it to you guys, because I'm lazy and i don't feel like photographing all of it.. then posting it in a blog and.... yep. lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is, don;t mess with me anymore, because I AM NOT in the mood ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie, Spaz *FP*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-9193715762537452648?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/9193715762537452648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/fp-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/9193715762537452648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/9193715762537452648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/fp-is-back.html' title='The FP is back.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-7072266962792899977</id><published>2010-05-09T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:07:57.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>you know when you just feel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JHW^IUYWD*(W&amp;amp;D*W&amp;amp;%^TW%$D$W#DWBDNWMDWNTD^W$DW$#@%@D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-7072266962792899977?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7072266962792899977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7072266962792899977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7072266962792899977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3583884549646198039</id><published>2010-04-29T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:34:31.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone once said...</title><content type='html'>"Everyone will hurt you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't used to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wake up, tie your shoes, and get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3583884549646198039?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3583884549646198039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/someone-once-said.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3583884549646198039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3583884549646198039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/someone-once-said.html' title='Someone once said...'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-5430404732773260222</id><published>2010-04-27T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:46:44.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A state of mental Retardation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #444444; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"have you ever had your heart broken? and if so are you over them ye?"&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #444444; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"do you still have feelings for an ex?"&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #444444; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"R u smart"&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #444444; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Y did u spell hi wrong"&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen retards, First, don't think just because I can't see your name doesn't mean i can't figure who you are. Secondly, you guys are retarded. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think you're going to stir me up to get all mad and do something I'm going to regret, you're wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, lets get to the good stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #444444; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Y did u spell hi wrong" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;this made me lol. I didn't spell hi wrong you idiot. I'm sure you're smart enough to know that people like to spell certain things differently (as seen by your poor excuse of the written english language). here are some examples of "hi" that don't really look like the word "hi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's the infamous "Hai".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's "hey", which is just a different variation of "hi".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's "yo" which looks nothing like "hi" but means pretty much the same thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's my personal favorite, "hye" which is like the word "hey" only the second and third letters ( 'e' and 'y') are swapped. If you follow basic english and correct word structuring, you'll find that "hye" and "hi" have the same pronunciation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #444444; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"R u smart". &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I like this one, obviously it came from the same person that asked why i spelled "hi wrong". Seeing as they actually took the time to capitalize the first letter in the sentence, "R". (by 'R' they meant to say "Are") However their grammar and correct usage of, again, the english language fell apart from there. We see incorrect usage of the letter 'u' as apposed to the correct form of the word "you", then the sentence simply ends without correct punctuation. The correct punctuation mark for this sentence should be a question mark (?) seeing as it's obviously a question.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #444444; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"do you still have feelings for an ex?" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Not many people know that i actually have an Ex, only my closest friends, the Ex herself, and the Ex's friends/boyfriend that she cheated on me with (lol). This question is well composed, contains proper grammar (for the most part, the 'd' in "do" wasn't capitalized) and sentence structure. This also makes it easier to see who asked what. the same person most likely asked the following questions as well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #444444; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"have you ever had your heart broken? and if so are you over them ye?" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Obviously I've had my heart broken, this question was written by someone who A) had a lot of friends over and wanted to bug me, or B) likes to see themselves talk/wants attention. The missing 't' at the end of the question tells me that it was written fast, excitedly, and sent without it having been looked over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #444444; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"are you looking for someone right now?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is a stupid question, everyone is looking for someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #444444; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Those three questions (and a few more) seem to have been written all by the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know who you are, and I know you're reading my Blog. Go away now, and try to work on your grammar usage and mechanics (there's classes for that).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- people, sometimes they don't know when enough is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ernie&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;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-5430404732773260222?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/5430404732773260222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/state-of-mental-retardation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5430404732773260222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5430404732773260222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/state-of-mental-retardation.html' title='A state of mental Retardation.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-66958797953759977</id><published>2010-04-25T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:53:13.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Formspring</title><content type='html'>I've had one for a while, but no one asks me questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/Erniemacias"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/Erniemacias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go. Ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: apparently it's broken, cause every time i answer a question, it won't post them.&lt;br /&gt;lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit edit: wow, took em a million years lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-66958797953759977?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/66958797953759977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/formspring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/66958797953759977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/66958797953759977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/formspring.html' title='Formspring'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-6143926374265971302</id><published>2010-04-24T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:17:18.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That time always comes....</title><content type='html'>The time where you have to make a decision, the people before you were fine, but still. Every part of your body is screaming at you not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what if something goes wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what if i miss and hit the rocks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what if i drown?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feet seem to plant themselves in the rock, unwilling to move. Your body tenses up, all you can think about is what you have to do, what you've been taught. You jump, the adrenaline rushes through your body, you've just denied everything that keeps you alive. Your thoughts are simple, hands to your sides or crossed, keep your legs straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear cheers, a crash, the low drone of water rushing around your ears is calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no bottom, you start flailing your arms, reaching for the surface and the precious oxygen you need to breathe. Once you hit the surface, you take that breath, you swim faster than you've ever swam or else the current will take you into nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've done it, and now you can say you've done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Because&amp;nbsp;saying "i jumped off a cliff" is just plain boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-6143926374265971302?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/6143926374265971302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-time-always-comes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6143926374265971302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6143926374265971302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-time-always-comes.html' title='That time always comes....'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-2520572685651367131</id><published>2010-04-21T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:46:34.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from: The kids. To: The parents</title><content type='html'>Dear mom and dad, it's come to our attention that there are a few things we should explain, to make both our lives easier.&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, us kids seriously hate it when you say "you know what it's like" because frankly, you don't. You know what it's like to be a kid, sure, but you don't know what it's like to be US, "us" as in this Generation, you thought YOU had problems as a kid, with every problem one generation has, a new one comes up with the next generation. So no, you don't know what it's like to be us. WHat can you do about it? Nothing really, we'll explain it to you in our own time.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you have to understand that we won't always tell you everything, you won't know all our secrets, and you won't know why we do some of the things we do. The reason we don't tell you is complicated. leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;Also, we hate it when you question our decisions. Sure, we're immature, but you were too once, and how did you mature? You did it by making stupid choices, we can't learn from your mistakes, and we know you just want to protect us, but please, let us mature. We can't spend our lives not making mistakes, we wouldn't learn anything. So let us make decisions, if you've raised us right, then we'll try to make good decisions, if you've done a lousy job, then it's on you.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love is a touchy topic for us kids and you parents, you guys remember what it was like to want to be in love. For those parents who think that you're all your kids need. stop. that's a load of batcrap, Growing up, the only people we needed to love us were our parents, then we got a tad older, and we needed our friends to love us, then, we hit this horrible spot where we want to be "In love". You were there, you do know what that feels like, otherwise, we wouldn't really be here... Anyways, it's up to you parents to support us in our boyfriends or girlfriends, don't shun us for wanting to love someone, that's mean.&lt;br /&gt;Rules, we've made a rhyme for you guys to remember, it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The more rules you make, the more rules we'll break"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't set us up to fail and get in trouble, that's retarded and we hate it. Obviously we're going to break a rule like "no talking to your friends anymore", we see it as cruel and unusual punishment, and seeing as we're all independent Americans, we won't follow rules we don't like. So here's some advice, let us make CHOICES. We'd much rather have a CHOICE than a rule, choices have consequences, and we're more willing to accept the consequences of our own choices than your rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well breaking our rules would be a choice, and it does have consequences"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get smart with us, we can do the same thing. You know what we mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to love us: We act like we don't want you guys in our lives, but the truth is, we do.. to a point. We can't have you guys smothering us, we can't have you jumping in our Kool-aid and not bringing any sugar. A hug when we're feeling down does the trick, or taking us out to ice cream every now and then, don't be afraid to ask us how our day was. Other than that, I'm sure you know how to love us effectively.&lt;br /&gt;Dads: If you're wondering how you connect with your sons, playing video games is a nice outlet, or picking up some other type of father/son hobby.&lt;br /&gt;Moms: if you're wondering how to connect with your daughters, try taking them out shopping, having them give you a makeover, you'd be surprised how much style has changed over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Asking questions: If you want to know about our lives, don't interrogate us, we don't like it and when you start doing that we shut down and close you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interrogation = not a good thing. (ya dig?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, try TALKING with us, you'd be amazed at the stuff we have to say. And if we seem like we don't want to talk, we probably don't, so just give us time and we'll open up to you later.&lt;br /&gt;(We secretly like talking to you guys)&lt;br /&gt;School, our education IS something we take for granted, that's just a fact. Stop smothering us with crap like "You need all A's", it's stressful and works against us. When we do get A's, be happy, if we get a bad grade, don't shun us, ground us, disown us, or ground us again. It's rather unfair, because we don't TRY to get bad grades, grades are given to us, and half of the time we just need help in the subject.&lt;br /&gt;And lets face it, you shouldn't be mad at us for doing bad in a subject you don't even remember how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I grow up"&lt;br /&gt;remember when we were little tiny kids, and we said stuff like "When i grow up i want to be a monkey trainer"? remember how you would say stuff like "a monkey trainer!? that's an excellent job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did you decide to make what we want to be your business? If we still want to be a monkey trainer, let us be a fruggin monkey trainer! It makes us feel bad when you say stuff like "how would you live being a monkey trainer? you know you'll have bills to pay!" or "You can't support a family doing that". Should i remind you that we're in America? and there's always a way to make money doing what you love.&lt;br /&gt;With that said, we love you most of the time, even if it seems we don't, and we just want you to love us and support us. We have to start learning how to be an adult after all, and we can't do that unless you let us start taking control over our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. we're serious about the ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-2520572685651367131?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/2520572685651367131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-kids-to-parents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2520572685651367131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2520572685651367131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-kids-to-parents.html' title='from: The kids. To: The parents'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-23410916698419469</id><published>2010-04-20T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:09:31.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Destiny.</title><content type='html'>Since my birthday (In January), my friends and I have been planning a trip to Disney, well, it got pushed back to march, whatever, that's fine I guess. THEN, it gets pushed back to April, alright, a tad annoying. THEN, it gets cancelled and pushed farther back into April. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the time is near for us to actually go.&lt;br /&gt;You thought that was it, it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;Cobb ends up having to cancel, because he wouldn't be able to renew his pass in time. Incredigey. At this point, I'm pretty bummed, what's Disney without Cobb? I'll get to hang out awkwardly with Crystal and her friends. FINE, I'll do it, only because I'M FRUGGIN TIRED of rescheduling, and I WANT TO GO to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 days before we're going, and I get the wonderful news that Crystal is sick. BUT, maybe she'll be better by the time we need to go.&lt;br /&gt;Later, i find out that my parents are going out that night, so I have to find a ride home. No Big deal.. except that I still don't know what time Blue (Crystal) and her friends are leaving. Sunday rolls around (we're going monday), and I still don't have the times of when to show up, and when they're leaving.&lt;br /&gt;I send Blue a text, no response, i send Cobb a text, he responds 15 minutes later. I ask him if he's heard from Blue, he disses me for his band.&lt;br /&gt;This is where i interject and say "Screw your band".&lt;br /&gt;Fianally, at 9:30pm, i get ahold of Blue, and she cancels.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you think it's "destiny" (cobb), I'm mad that I didn't get to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm on Destiny, I might as well talk about that too. Destiny is an odd idea, can one control it? I would think you can't, since your destiny would be set. Or, can you control it? by making your own decisions every day. I'll tell you what's real, life, your choices, and your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;So who gives a crap whether or not destiny is real, what's real is right now, here, this second. I'm not saying you shouldn't think about the future, I'm saying you should stop being to fruggin paranoid about what your destiny is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must fulfill my destiny"&lt;br /&gt;"that isn't part of my destiny"&lt;br /&gt;"it is, my destiny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know your destiny. Where ever you end up, is where you're gonna end up, whether you call it God's plan for your life, or destiny, even fate, it's the same. You're going to end up dead. That's our destiny. We live, we die, and that's the end of us for this world.&lt;br /&gt;My point is, the only reason "destiny" exists is because people have this need for purpose, they must feel that they mean something, that they're a part of something bigger. We made destiny, we created it, so does it really exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lame stuff happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-23410916698419469?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/23410916698419469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/screw-destiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/23410916698419469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/23410916698419469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/screw-destiny.html' title='Screw Destiny.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-2475934858258303518</id><published>2010-04-11T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:46:22.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how many miles?</title><content type='html'>I've had the same pair of black high top all stars for over a year now, they've walked countless miles, they've hiked, climbed, jumped from heights big and small, they've been through rapids, down waterfalls, through nasty lake weed, &amp;nbsp;up cliff faces, down cliff faces. They've traveled to northern Cali and back, twice, they've seen my first girlfriend, they've seen my first break up. They've stepped on grass, asphalt, fire, rocks, sand, and dirt. They've carried me through wonderful games of paintball, football, soccer, basketball, and baseball.&lt;br /&gt;They've done a whole lot, and i still wear them, with or without socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on the outside, you'll find "WIll you" and "Carry me far".&lt;br /&gt;Most will only take the time to look at one shoe, and ask either "Why do your shoes say "Will you"?" or "why does it say "Carry me far"?".&lt;br /&gt;Well dummy, if you look at both shoes you'll see that each one has half of the phrase.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're asking why it says that.&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: Most of us don't think about the relationship we have with our shoes, but my shoes remind me of everything I've been through, everything they've carried me through. There is nothing as faithful as a shoe. So when i make new friend's, or meet new people, i ask myself "Will this person carry me far?".&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm selfish, and i don't want to invest in someone who's just going to hurt me, trick me, lie to me, steal my Ipod... you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you see me wearing my crappy shoes, and you wonder why they say "Will you" or "Carry me far", ask yourself, "Who's going to carry ME far?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- walk in my shoes? no, only i do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-2475934858258303518?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/2475934858258303518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-many-miles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2475934858258303518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2475934858258303518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-many-miles.html' title='how many miles?'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-8845651663524647830</id><published>2010-03-27T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:52:36.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>screw you and your hotdogs.</title><content type='html'>Actually, no, let me buy one... or rather, let my dad buy one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the DMV a few weeks ago, Oh the DMV, i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gray walls.&lt;br /&gt;It's slouchers that slouch behind their dull desks.&lt;br /&gt;It's crowds.&lt;br /&gt;It's long uneventful lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I was there trying to get my California Drivers learning permit, oooooh, legit, i know. (count how many commas i use, it's fun). After waiting through like... 40 bajillion people before me, it was finally my turn. yay!&lt;br /&gt;my turn to START the paper work and crap just to get my written test.... dang.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the guy behind the desk was... a mix between Igor, Sloth... and Oscar the grouch. Fun times, we finished that (whatever "that" was, it's not like i payed attention), and moved on to the place where i actually get my test.&lt;br /&gt;now THAT guy was cool, what can i say? me and Black dudes are like.. chocolate on.. graham crackers.. totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I get my test, im walkin to the testing area, oh yeah, im so cool, im getting my permit, hah, yeaahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Dang, bloody nose. After spending 10 bajillion hours in a bathroom with no paper towels tending to my nose, I'm FINALLY ready to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah, answer answer answer.&lt;br /&gt;There's like 50 questions on that test... and that was 48 too many, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, i passed, yay me.&lt;br /&gt;ALL, IN, ALL. I PASSED OK!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i passed, i went outside and hung around with dad for a little while, as his car was getting smogged. Dad bought me gummy worms (well deserved) and.... we pretty much just stood around in the hot sun for a few more hours.&lt;br /&gt;it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DMV. the best place to catch up on homework.&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-8845651663524647830?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8845651663524647830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/screw-you-and-your-hotdogs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8845651663524647830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8845651663524647830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/screw-you-and-your-hotdogs.html' title='screw you and your hotdogs.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-760342747930056610</id><published>2010-03-22T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:25:55.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Responsible.</title><content type='html'>I went with Ian and a few friends to the movies recently. down at the pike. We bought our tickets, and proceeded INTO THE THEATER!&lt;br /&gt;The guy tore our tickets, harasses Ian about his Birthday presents (asking him if it was food... it was, a friend of his baked him brownies, but he didn't knwo that), then as we're heading nicely to our theater. &lt;br /&gt;"excuse me... exuse me!"&lt;br /&gt;I turned around, saw the security guard guy, asking us who was the leader of our Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teens have a funny way of being incredibly indecisive, within those two seconds of "we better find a leader before he gets mad", no one wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, let the homeschooled Kid do it, I know my rights, and i figured i was the oldest anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I go up to him "you the leader?". i answered with confidence "sure am" (I was. no doubt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're going to ask a bunch of Kids who their leader is, don't doubt the person who say's they're the leader. If they're willing to say it, they mean it. &amp;lt;- period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you the leader?" He REALLY asked me what made me the leader, perhaps the fact that i was brave enough to not just ignore him and keep walking?&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm the oldest of the bunch" I wanted to say: "well no one was coming, so I did".&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you?" Uhg, enough with the questions already! get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm 17" "17!? but he just turned 17"&lt;br /&gt;Dude. i hate it when people state the obvious and use it as a statement against what i just said.&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, but I turned 17 in January, so i have a few months on him" ya dig?&lt;br /&gt;The guy just sighed and shook his head "man, 17?"&lt;br /&gt;Smile and nod people, smile and nod.&lt;br /&gt;"alright, here's the thing, when you guys go in there you can't make any noise, alright?"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whatever, we're a bunch of good kids anyways so that's what we were planning.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, the city of Long beach has 10 'o clock Curfew"&lt;br /&gt;Ok... it's only 8 and we're going to be late for the movie, so can you hurry up?&lt;br /&gt;"So technically you have to be 18 or over to watch this movie, because when it's over it'll be past 10pm"&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY! we're getting somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;"ok thanks, I didn't know that" Because I live in lakewood and we don't have any stupid curfew's that show how much the city doesn't trust Teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;"yeah well, now you do, so be really quiet."&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah Blah, he went on to say how when we come out we could either get a warning, or a ticket. Nice, thanks man, thanks Long Beach, thanks world for not trusting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i felt all responsible and whatnot, and you can bet we didn't get in trouble :D even an hour past curfew.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ian even walked by a few raves, and no one said anything, totally felt Legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Responsability is the choice that no one wants to make&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-760342747930056610?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/760342747930056610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-responsible.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/760342747930056610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/760342747930056610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-responsible.html' title='Mr. Responsible.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-8621240146747485608</id><published>2010-03-12T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:14:07.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia anyone?</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't slept almost all week, and that suucks. I was talking to Jacob and he was like "wth, y?" and i was like "idk, allergies?" and he was like "r u sure ur not stressed? maybe skool? gurls? fam?".&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cobb, now i feel like it could be each of those, how wonderfully overwhelming. To top it all off, my jaw hurts like.... like i don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;and WHAT THE HECK!? every SINGLE song that plays on Pandora right now is SOOO FRIGGIN depressing. How many times can i click the "I don't like this song" button? jeeze. today is not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a fight the other day.. so correction* this is not my week.&lt;br /&gt;The Kid had a mental breakdown on me, I don't blame him, where i handle the crap of the world through art and sarcasm, others might handle it differently. Unfortunately, he decided to handle it by flipping out on me. At church of all places.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad he flipped out on me and not someone else, someone else might'v taken it differently.&lt;br /&gt;What can i say? I'm used to it, I'm used to people being stupid, I'm used to crap happening, and I'm used to crappy weeks, crappy years.&lt;br /&gt;How bad could it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm sitting here eating Sweethearts left over from Valentines day, I think they're supposed to be eaten with someone special.. because they don't make any sense. "Ask me" ask me what? Who's me?&lt;br /&gt;"True love"? what's true love anyways? so many ideas, not enough facts.&lt;br /&gt;"Miss you" meh.&lt;br /&gt;"First kiss" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I like the yellow ones, those are bomb. My current yellow ones say "Yes dear", "Love her", and "miss you". . . Oddly, i don't think the universe is trying to tell me anything. it's all just "sweet talk" (im so punny right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I've been writing this Blog for over two hours?&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When crap hits the fan, duck.&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-8621240146747485608?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8621240146747485608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/insomnia-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8621240146747485608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8621240146747485608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/insomnia-anyone.html' title='Insomnia anyone?'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-1289205366062499593</id><published>2010-03-10T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:27:23.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICS SON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gKG0Q4leI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/WfF821vz44s/s1600-h/DSCF0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gKG0Q4leI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/WfF821vz44s/s320/DSCF0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;left to right: Brotha1, cobb, amber, brotha2&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gJtdxrAeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ywdZmX-JA8o/s1600/DSCF0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gJtdxrAeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ywdZmX-JA8o/s320/DSCF0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the colored people clique :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gMz9mpcmI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/0bdR3CR5gDM/s1600-h/DSCF0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gMz9mpcmI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/0bdR3CR5gDM/s320/DSCF0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gKm6WOBGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/11ynfNI-LPE/s1600-h/DSCF0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gKm6WOBGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/11ynfNI-LPE/s320/DSCF0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gKW5F8tqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/c6baINp9wFU/s1600-h/DSCF0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gKW5F8tqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/c6baINp9wFU/s320/DSCF0006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cobb, Kayla, Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gLLj_HYxI/AAAAAAAAAZo/NwgCVkUn1QE/s1600-h/DSCF0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gLLj_HYxI/AAAAAAAAAZo/NwgCVkUn1QE/s320/DSCF0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gLLj_HYxI/AAAAAAAAAZo/NwgCVkUn1QE/s1600-h/DSCF0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gMXM2aluI/AAAAAAAAAZw/rrRs7xLrRms/s1600-h/DSCF0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gMXM2aluI/AAAAAAAAAZw/rrRs7xLrRms/s320/DSCF0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gMXM2aluI/AAAAAAAAAZw/rrRs7xLrRms/s1600-h/DSCF0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gNCa5YZfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/s7ijWfHnPdQ/s1600-h/DSCF0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gNCa5YZfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/s7ijWfHnPdQ/s320/DSCF0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everyone, Dan, everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Random chick with the hat is Sher... Blogger seems to have beaten me.. and i couldn't insert her name next to her pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICS SON!&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-1289205366062499593?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/1289205366062499593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/pics-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1289205366062499593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1289205366062499593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/pics-son.html' title='PICS SON!'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/S5gKG0Q4leI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/WfF821vz44s/s72-c/DSCF0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-4872397776079974659</id><published>2010-03-02T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:28:41.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, so about that one thing.</title><content type='html'>Anyways, I guess i should catch you all up on my totally crazy and busy life...... dont mock.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a winter "semi-Formal" a few weeks ago (like.. 2?), got all dressed up and spiffed out. I walk in and what do i see? like 20 cliques spread about the whole room, what the heck? what's a guy who knows no one there supossed to do? Naturally, i went up to the only colored woman (she was black ok? but for the love of God and equality, I'll say colored) and i asked "uhm... am i overdressed?" Oh the look on her face was priceless, she gave a scan around the room at all the kids who weren't dressed 'as nice' as myself and replied "Oh no, you look great, let me get my nephew"&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of yelling, her Nephew and son came. And there you have it, 'The Colored people clique', yes, i am more comfortable around random black guys than i am around random white guys. Of course, the down side of being the only darker guys at the dance is... the parents, yes, simply because we're dark means we're up to something... racists... not really.&lt;br /&gt;After a whole long while of wondering where Cobb was (I assumed he was stuck at Disneyland.. ha), he finally showed up and introduced me to his friends. Kayla, Amber, and Sher (pronounced 'Share'). we floated around.. We must not have done anything, because i don't remember doing much. After a while, the slow dance came up, it was me, one of the brothers, Jacob, Kayla, amber, and Sher. Jacob and Amber went for a dance, The Brother took Sher, and i was left standing awkwardly with Kayla...&lt;br /&gt;soo.. I asked her if she wanted to dance. and we did, and it was a bit awkward for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I'm like a foot taller than her&lt;br /&gt;B. We barely knew eachother&lt;br /&gt;C. I got a crash course in slow dancing from mom earlier that day&lt;br /&gt;You get the point, overall not bad though.... not that i have anything to compare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, this next part happened after the slow dance, nearish the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE 'GIRL YOU DONT WANT TO TALK TO BECAUSE SHE'LL EAT YOU'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a worse name for her, rhymes with... bo.. and mo, jo, flo, glow. you get the point right? Anyways, Jacob, as well as his partner in crime Kayla, told me to stay away from this particular girl (I wont say her name... for her safety.. i mean, mine). Alright, whatever, I'll stay away from her. HOLY SHATNER!&lt;br /&gt;She pops up right next to me "want to dance with me?" she asked, oh her sweet face was ever so tempting.. but alas, I WOULD NOT! "uhmm" i racked my brain for a valid excuse, "I can't dance to this music" really Ernie? that was the best you could come up with? horrible, i know.&lt;br /&gt;"awww, are you sure?" she dared bring out the puppy eyes on me.&lt;br /&gt;"yeahh... sorry" NOW PLEASEEEE please please go away, meanwhile, Cobb was laughing at my demise.&lt;br /&gt;"well... will you stand on the dance floor with me?" (ok, that's just weird)&lt;br /&gt;"uhhhh.... " in my head, i couldn't think of anything other than "I DONT WANT YOU TO EAT ME!" except, what came out was, "allright".&lt;br /&gt;So, i gave her a head start, that way i could turn around and give Jacob the "OH MY GOD! SAVE ME!" face.... he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck standing with this girl on the dance floor, while she got her groove on, awkwardly. Finally, a guy came by that had been checking her out all night (trust me, i know things). So i was like "oh hey! you can dance, show me how" blahblahblah, i got him to kinda start dancing with her, then, the gates of heaven opened and in came Kayla.&lt;br /&gt;"Ernie! Jacob said he needs you" YES! i left the dance floor without a word.&lt;br /&gt;By Far, one of the scariest times of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always get like, 20 chicks asking me to dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from Paul, a guy i was introduced to by Frankie, His Formula went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;pt.1 Grab a chair&lt;br /&gt;pt.2 take it to the middle of the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;pt.3 sit and wait for chicks to ask you to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Paul, Frankie and I sat.... and sat... and Paul's plan failed, good work Paul, we effectively looked like idiots :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, there came....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DANCE OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the girls on one side, all the guys on the other. I broke in somewhat late with the good 'ol Macias 'shower'. and then some girl came up to me and was like "oh hey, you're that guy that did that awesome thing in the dance off" Wow, her vagueness was shocking. "uhh.. i did?" apparently, i did, and it was awesome, and I let her believe that it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could blab on and on about the night, but, It's gotta end sometime. All in All, it was a really fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes you just gotta make your own fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;br /&gt;(I'll post pics later)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-4872397776079974659?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/4872397776079974659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-so-about-that-one-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4872397776079974659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4872397776079974659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-so-about-that-one-thing.html' title='Oh, so about that one thing.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-673230342140986772</id><published>2010-03-02T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:24:14.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Lord</title><content type='html'>I haven't written a decent blog in forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-673230342140986772?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/673230342140986772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/673230342140986772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/673230342140986772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-lord.html' title='Good Lord'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3168923876869915682</id><published>2009-12-20T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:11:31.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh Fudge!</title><content type='html'>dude, who's the guy that operates my emotional rollercoaster?&lt;br /&gt;He needs to be FIRED!&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i went to Disney Land with the Cobb man on thursday, it was fun, Cobb ended up Bro shunned for ditching me on the Maliboomer.&lt;br /&gt;We had some.. interesting&amp;nbsp;experiences. Some random girls... whatever, i screamed and ran away to be honest. Then i got an elbow to the eye, we got stuck on a raft because The rafting ride broke down.&lt;br /&gt;So the raft in front of us was like "blah blah blah" and then i was like "THATS WHAT SHE SAID!" and then this other guy was like "BAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some stuff.. said some things.&lt;br /&gt;watched as cobb couldnt get any highfives, i got this hot girl to highfive me. cobb was like "f@*% you" and i was like "yeahhhhh haha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3168923876869915682?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3168923876869915682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-fudge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3168923876869915682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3168923876869915682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-fudge.html' title='oh Fudge!'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-5048928751434225866</id><published>2009-12-15T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:26:58.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well you see...</title><content type='html'>I totally bought SnL's gift last night, and smuggled it home without them even knowing, oh yeah, i felt so legit.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up buying them each a gigantic lollipop, like, GIGANTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats all i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-5048928751434225866?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/5048928751434225866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-you-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5048928751434225866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5048928751434225866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-you-see.html' title='well you see...'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3987718611476730998</id><published>2009-12-14T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:24:15.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Holiday season.</title><content type='html'>What's up with that? It seems as though all my close friends, including myself, are all getting hit with a bad case of the lonelies. Everyone except Ian I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so really just me Cobb and CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse then cabin fever.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's out lookin for a new boo, while I.. do nothing. Yes, nothing. So do I like the holiday season? No. I do not, much to lonely this year.&lt;br /&gt;All those love songs, all those happy couples, everyone is so freaking happy and it annoys me. It annoys me that i can sit here, listening to all these love songs, these songs of joy, i can look out the window and see all the happy people, i can see all the happy couples, and i think "why cant i be like that?"&lt;br /&gt;Because.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i choose not to be, maybe it's my parents, maybe it's just the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame anyone, so i try not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Mom and Dad, you guys still owe me $25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The holiday season seems to bring the lonelies along with all it's joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3987718611476730998?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3987718611476730998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-holiday-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3987718611476730998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3987718611476730998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-holiday-season.html' title='It&apos;s the Holiday season.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-1003299774027247985</id><published>2009-11-09T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:37:05.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the simple happenings of everyday life.</title><content type='html'>I was helping out in the children's ministry last night, Gigi, a little girl, probly around 3 years old, didn't want to come sit and listen to the story. So she went off playing quietly, I made my way over to her and asked her what she was doing. "ablocks" she replied as she pointed to the blocks spread across the floor. She stacked them, in odd patterns, i began stacking my own as she handed me more and more blocks, until we had a nice tower of about 10 blocks. She knocked them over and we laughed. after she knocked them over she started lining them up on a low window sill, noticing they had letters and images engraved on them she picked one up and asked "ahsat?" "that's an X" i replied. "ohh" she picked up another, and another, and another until she came across a cat "ahsat?" she asked again "a cat" i replied. She gave me a face that told me she was confused "a cap?" no, a cat" i paused, then continued "meow meow" She looked at me with the same face and replied "Kitty?" "Yeah! kitty!" she laughed "meow kitty!" then grabbed another block. "ahsat?" "that's an I" "eye?" she replied as she held it up to her eye and looked around.&lt;div&gt;Cute kid, i gotta tell ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AFTER all that, i was standing outside church with my dad, and Amy rushes in "Dude, i don't know why but- well, have you ever heard of the band Brand New?" Oh, she should know that i go pun crazy on those kinds of names "no.. are they brand new?" She chuckled, "well look, they have this brand new album out" a pause "not called Brand New... anyways, i think you'll love them!" "really?" "yeah, so i got the album and i was like 'oh man, i can't wait to give this to Ernie on sunday', so I've been like, waiting ALL week to give it to you" i replied with an "uhhuh" to let her catch her breath, she continued "Anyway, i forgot it..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANTI-CLIMACTIC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- it's what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ernie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-1003299774027247985?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/1003299774027247985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-happenings-of-everyday-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1003299774027247985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1003299774027247985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-happenings-of-everyday-life.html' title='the simple happenings of everyday life.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-1443788086796705719</id><published>2009-11-07T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:07:48.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volcano Burrito Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went out with TJ and Linds yesterday, headed out to taco bell. Tj hurt his arm in a snowboarding accident so it sits in a little sling now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we ate and talked, i turned to TJ and asked him: "TJ... are you able to defend yourself?" He looked at me with the most pitiful face and replied: "no.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I proceeded to throw hot sauce packets at him.. he was able to deflect them with his other hand though.. sadly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on.. we were in my back yard, just talking, and my mom comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Look mom, TJ can't defend himself!" I once again threw the hot sauces at him (don't ask me why i still had them..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went: "Hey! that's not cool..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TJ is a funny guy, Lindsey... is just messy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She couldn't keep her burrito from pooping all over her hand, nor could she keep her claw clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.. she has a claw..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i wonder what could make a simple trip to taco bell so eventful.. who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The simple things in life bring, abundantly, the great pleasure of knowing that you are, in fact, loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ernie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-1443788086796705719?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/1443788086796705719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-light-of-recent-events.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1443788086796705719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1443788086796705719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-light-of-recent-events.html' title='Volcano Burrito Adventures'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-1174106681622616610</id><published>2009-11-05T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:35:03.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to the park with sam today, we were there alone until this little girl came. I was on the swings, sam was digging a hole, she came by and got on the swing next to me. She was cautious which is understandable considering i looked like a bum :P I asked her: "who do you think can swing higher? me or you?". She shrugged and looked at me "Idonno, prolly me because.. idonno". I laughed "lets find out".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was a funny little girl, very talkative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ernie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-1174106681622616610?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/1174106681622616610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/11/park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1174106681622616610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1174106681622616610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/11/park.html' title='The park'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-5526680050150563604</id><published>2009-11-02T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:57:39.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there she was, she was walking down the street..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And then sam was like: "Look... Darth Vader" as he pointed at me in my Darth Vader mask. Then She was all: "Awesome..." and sam was like "...."&lt;div&gt;So, we just stood on the street corner waving at people as they drove by, I was wearing a black coat, a black cape, blue jeans, and a Darth Vader mask. We got a couple people to honk, lots of people waved, and even more people did nothing, to distracted with their all important lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, me and Sam are optimists, we look at all the people we made smile, and we know that we did a good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the past few days me and Sam have been doing that, just to make people smile, sometimes I'll just stand on the fire hydrant doing the "Crane technique" from Karate Kid. The crane doesn't get as much of a reaction though... so we stick to Vader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Su8q5dAkD1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/OPzaqFUlpmQ/s1600-h/DSCF0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Su8q5dAkD1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/OPzaqFUlpmQ/s400/DSCF0053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399581644768415570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Su8q5JRa2RI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7rZMaQz2gRU/s1600-h/DSCF0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Su8q5JRa2RI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7rZMaQz2gRU/s400/DSCF0055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399581639470405906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam, during his break.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Su8q4m5sFnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9G4666V6TKs/s1600-h/DSCF0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Su8q4m5sFnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9G4666V6TKs/s400/DSCF0050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399581630244066930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watch out for that force choke...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Su8q35ZkCwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/v1ROUxs8xzQ/s1600-h/DSCF0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Su8q35ZkCwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/v1ROUxs8xzQ/s400/DSCF0057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399581618029726466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was wearing short sleeves that day, thought it would be funny to see Vader in short sleeves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- If you can make a few people smile each day, you might save as many lives as a firefighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ernie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4008843779705415361-5526680050150563604?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/5526680050150563604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-she-was-she-was-walking-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5526680050150563604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5526680050150563604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-she-was-she-was-walking-down.html' title='there she was, she was walking down the street..'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Su8q5dAkD1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/OPzaqFUlpmQ/s72-c/DSCF0053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3882184155364693689</id><published>2009-11-01T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:48:48.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst</title><content type='html'>Apparently it's my new nickname.. "Angst"... whatever, it has a nice ring to it, maybe it'd be my super hero name.&lt;div&gt;Jon gave it to me, he was calling me "Angst" by the end of the night, as was his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom was complaining about my "Teen Angst" and so Jon wanted in on the drama... of course I couldn't share MY side of the story, considering my mother was right there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, a pretty alright Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "so, tell me of this teen angst" - Jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ernie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3882184155364693689?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3882184155364693689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/11/angst.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3882184155364693689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3882184155364693689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/11/angst.html' title='Angst'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-7875818325576423519</id><published>2009-10-30T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:12:18.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it comes down to it..</title><content type='html'>so, a few days ago my friend called me telling me to come to Disneyland with her and our mutual friend. I explained that I was grounded, but, I would try.&lt;div&gt;I asked my parents if they would let me go... of course, I would need to work as hard as I could to get a ton of homework done. Fine, I'll do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obstacles I met along the way:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 the funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, turns out my dad has to do something so we won't be going to the funeral. That means if I get a ton of homework done I can go. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. Getting a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Cor said her family could pick me up and give me a ride. So I can go! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3. Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom says "call your dad" (meaning to get the final word of whether or not I can go)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call my dad, confident in the homework I've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey, dad, I was wondering if I can go to Disneyland tonight, I've been working hard on my homework"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"well, I think it's a good idea for you to stay home that way you can help your mom because she's sick"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"... ok.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sorry buddy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OF COURSE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't the fact that I was grounded, it wasn't that I didn't do enough homework, it wasn't even because I couldn't get a ride, it was that I had to take care of my mom... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meanwhile I sit here while she bakes in the kitchen, I think she has the invisible flu...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ernie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-7875818325576423519?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7875818325576423519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-it-comes-down-to-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7875818325576423519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7875818325576423519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-it-comes-down-to-it.html' title='When it comes down to it..'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-4361828508689860715</id><published>2009-10-30T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:45:09.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Takes my pain away.</title><content type='html'>Writing, drawing, good friends.&lt;div&gt;What would I do without 'em?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd probly just up and die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, Google Chrome is AWESOME! then again... I think anything that lets you choose your own theme is awesome.. I have noticed that it is slightly faster to load pages.. or maybe it's just my imagination..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this Halloween, I'm goin for the 50's Greaser. I hate it that people have to say "Who are you?" me- "no one.." "but who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT I'M NO ONE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a regular 'ol Greaser. jeeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the Fusion costume party on tuesday, brendon came as a "ghost"... wearing a sheet. Halfway through the night he got tired of it so I tied it into a cape.. then he was "Cape man".. er whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Halloween was nice.. whatever that means, I ponder what this Halloween will be like, my uncle has his Girlfriend *cough cough* so Idonno if he'll show, The neighbors... we haven't really talked to them lately, my friends probly have plans, bleh, I wonder if my parents have planned anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate not knowing things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I best be gettin some candy, if I don't, I'mma be mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- when I try to think up a quote, I think to myself "what's something people can say with confidence?". Because if they are confident when saying it, it will seems wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ernie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-4361828508689860715?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/4361828508689860715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/takes-my-pain-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4361828508689860715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4361828508689860715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/takes-my-pain-away.html' title='Takes my pain away.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-2592313607978008732</id><published>2009-10-29T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:12:53.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well that was appealing..</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here, drawing, and my mom looms over me, stays for a few seconds, then says: "Why have your drawing been so dark and demonic lately?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"dark and demonic"??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok mom, yeah, I have TWO drawings that are a bit dark... and maybe they are a little bit demonic, I don't really care, i draw what I draw, dont ask me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a funeral to go to tomorrow, all the way in San Diego. Oh the joy, I get to sit in a car, wearing extremely uncomfortable clothes for 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost had my parents willing to let me go to Disneyland for a few hours after the funeral but, seeing as though the funeral starts at 6, and we're Mexican, I probly wont be home till thanksgiving. Real bummer, oh well, I'll still work my butt off and get myself UNGROUNDED! HOORAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other OTHER news, my lips are chapped and I have a cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- relevancy is simply a way to keep on track, but when do I ever do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ernie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-2592313607978008732?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/2592313607978008732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-that-was-appealing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2592313607978008732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2592313607978008732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-that-was-appealing.html' title='well that was appealing..'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-4076803881958384120</id><published>2009-10-28T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:51:57.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of...</title><content type='html'>Well, I dont feel very much like writing anything today, so I'm not gonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- often times, you just dont get what you paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-4076803881958384120?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/4076803881958384120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/speaking-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4076803881958384120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4076803881958384120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/speaking-of.html' title='Speaking of...'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-5014366650540697449</id><published>2009-10-27T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:55:06.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to break out the black.</title><content type='html'>Another family member passed away a few days ago. An uncle of mine, I didn't know him hardly at all, wasn't very close to him, but still, It's one less person to see at family gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bummer, first my Tata and now my Tata's brother, I can't imagine how my (great) Nana feels.&lt;br /&gt;She's lost two sons in the same year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is a curious thing, first death happens, then people remember you. I want people to remember me NOW. I want people to think about me, tell stories about me, say how much they love me and miss me. Once I'm gone, that's it, I want to be appreciated now, not after it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I were to die today, would there be anything you wish you had told me?"&lt;br /&gt;- unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where that quote came from, but I think about it often, I think about different people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;What would I regret not telling them?&lt;br /&gt;What might they regret not telling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets are horrible things to live with, but I think everyone will always have their regrets, and sadly, everyone will be haunted by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Share the stories you would share if I were gone.&lt;br /&gt;(share them with me too, i like hearing about myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-5014366650540697449?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/5014366650540697449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-to-break-out-black.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5014366650540697449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5014366650540697449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-to-break-out-black.html' title='Time to break out the black.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-7568067401937526252</id><published>2009-10-24T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:10:30.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the weather outside is frightful.</title><content type='html'>It's HOT!&lt;br /&gt;California is seasonaly CONFUSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself some senseless crap today! :)&lt;br /&gt;Two belts, my Nana had given me $20... I just didnt tell anyone about it haha.&lt;br /&gt;My first belt is nice, looks like a bunch of Piano keys. The second is black and purple checkers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so skinny, the guy had to put extra holes in them for me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other newses.&lt;br /&gt;I went outside this morning and did Karate Kid's crane technique on the firehydrant in front of my house. Becuase I live on a main street there's always lots of cars driving by, ahh, this makes it all the more fun.&lt;br /&gt;We like doing things that'll get reactions from people, such as...&lt;br /&gt;starting random ninja fights.&lt;br /&gt;holding invisible ropes. (this is a common one)&lt;br /&gt;dancing to nothing. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can I say? I like attracting attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for me when im with my bros.&lt;br /&gt;Ian and I sing cristmas carols...  wherever and whenever.&lt;br /&gt;Cobb and I... well we just do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(True confession by Ernie Macias) I was at DisneyLand one time with Ian, it was late, we were leaving. There was a group of girls sitting on the ground in front of us (this was outside the park, they were sitting in the big star). I turned to Ian and said "whaddaya say we get 'em to sing with us?" Ian replied: "ok"&lt;br /&gt;We both started singing "Dashing through the snow" as we skipped along towards them. As we got closer they began to take notice of us, it wasn't long before they just joined in the singing.&lt;br /&gt;Ian and I just skipped right on by and left them singing in the middle of DisneyLand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes, the best times are those that leave you somewhat embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-7568067401937526252?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7568067401937526252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7568067401937526252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7568067401937526252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='Oh the weather outside is frightful.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-4703818961648939445</id><published>2009-10-23T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:46:23.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halloween.</title><content type='html'>Man, what's up with all the gore and crap?&lt;br /&gt;dead bodies, bloody handprints, ugly skeletons.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Halloween was fun? Kids would dress up like batman or a power ranger, now it's all this bloody crap. That isn't fun, it's disgusting. Halloween is suppossed to be when everyone has a good 'ol time, going door to door saying "trick or treat!". Now even I'M afraid to knock on these doors, c'mon, who needs a dead guy hanging from their garage?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my lil sibs to see that kinda crap, might as well just send 'em into an R rated movie and call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two different ways to scare people.&lt;br /&gt;you can scare them with something ugly that'll haunt them for a few nights, or you can scare em with something fun and they'll laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;My family likes to scare people, but we do it respectfully, it's fun for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Jumping out of a box with a loud "BOO!"&lt;br /&gt;dropping a spider on someone's head.&lt;br /&gt;getting people real close to a giant frankenstien (which they believe to be fake) and scaring the crap out of them when my dad lunges at the victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just not so fun.&lt;br /&gt;the costumes suck, people are stingy with their candy, no one even says "trick or treat" they just come up to you and hold their bag open. AND it's not safe, you get all those crazies running around being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, what will I be THIS year?&lt;br /&gt;last year I went 80's, this year I think I'll go 50's. GREASER time, gonna have to slick my hair back... hmm.. that might be problematic... Oh well, I'll manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When people try to make something fun, they usually fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-4703818961648939445?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/4703818961648939445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4703818961648939445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4703818961648939445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='The Halloween.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-8298174296303503868</id><published>2009-10-22T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:17:59.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protection.</title><content type='html'>Sooo... I was watching the news again...&lt;br /&gt;There was a new story, a 'manhunt' for a guy that tried to sexually assult a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;First off, WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THE WORLD that a teenage girl was out by HERSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Second, I had an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools give kids "protection" right? Part of sex ed I guess.... well.. I think a better way to offer protection would be to give girls Pepper spray! :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll protect you and keep you safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get your hands off me!" *sprays pepper spray*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love making myself laugh.&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;I got a rude awakening today "Ernie,wake up, we gotta leave in 5 minutes"&lt;br /&gt;OH OK! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;dude... unlike some people.. I SHOWER in the mornings, if I don't... bad things happen. So I got up, threw my pants and shirt on, grabbed some socks, brushed my teeth and we hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;The Parents decided to take ALL of us to one of my dad's auditions.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, it was cool... I was just hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my dad to an audition a few days ago too, saw the most HILARIOUS hobo.&lt;br /&gt;me and my dad were walking out of a donut shop, and the guy was all..&lt;br /&gt;"could you spare a dollar sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"naw, sorry man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"could you spare A HUNDRED dollars sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, I had to resist the urge to drop on the floor and laugh my head off.&lt;br /&gt;This other guy was bragging to his friends that he had seen Fanzi at the 99cents store.&lt;br /&gt;(The conversation was in spanish so my dad translated for me)&lt;br /&gt;funny stuff happens in the world, why do we even watch comedies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Comedy is simply those small things that make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-8298174296303503868?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8298174296303503868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/protection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8298174296303503868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8298174296303503868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/protection.html' title='Protection.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-2542515005535652547</id><published>2009-10-20T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:15:19.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Update.</title><content type='html'>lets just say I had a super weird dream last night.. and the only person I'd tell is Cobb.. so don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my neck hurts.. as well as my shoulder and elbow. I'm not sure why, I usually have this kind of pain though, it's a day to day thing and it ANNOYS ME. I know I joke about being old, but come on! seriously? I feel like i have arthritis or some other weird.. thing.. that old people suffer from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;it's currently 1:11&lt;br /&gt;is that good luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I've been working on some designs for Cobb's band... I think their name is D.B.C. or something of that nature..&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 concepts so far, I'll try to post them within the week. Also, I need three screws.. maybe about 2 inches long. Once I have those i can get my large project rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, that was my short blast update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pain is just your body telling you that it HATES YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-2542515005535652547?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/2542515005535652547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2542515005535652547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2542515005535652547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='The Update.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-5496028837110625400</id><published>2009-10-18T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:05:17.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolves.</title><content type='html'>I received a blessing from some Native Americans today, they gave me a blanket and a clapperstick engraved with "The joy of the lord", they spoke into my life and I figured i might share a little bit about what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As teenagers, we often feel misplaced, misunderstood, judged, simply because we are teens. We are looked down upon, much like wolves, people see us and think we're up to no good, they think we're just a bunch of trouble makers.&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day me and Ian were in a store, we could tell that the employees were following us around, as if we were going to steal something.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, Teens have much more to offer than the world is willing to accept, we all have a place, just like the wolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman said something that also stuck out at me, she said she always felt like she couldn't connect with Youth, that she wanted to be like us, but she didn't know how to. She said she wanted to learn from us, because she knows we have a lot to teach her.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this, most teens have heard their parents say "I was a kid once too" "I know what it's like"&lt;br /&gt;You know what it's like to be a kid then, but not now, things are different now. Adults need to learn from kids, they need to be open to learn from us in order to help us. The world can't go on thinking that they know everything we've been through, time has changed, and what it means to be a kid has changed too.&lt;br /&gt;It strikes me, to think that I have to grow up in a few years, and yet, there's someone that wants to be a kid like me. How can you grow up and still be a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kids have it so easy nowadays"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't ever for one second think that us kids have anything easy, more than half of the kids I know have grown up in divided homes, they split their time between one house and the next. Some don't even have families. Sure, we have a lot more opportunities, but it also means more pressure to "do something with our lives" in less time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when are you going to get a job? When are you going to get a job? When are you going to get a job? When are you going to get a job?"&lt;br /&gt;"What school are you going to? what school are you going to? what school are you going to?"&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want to do? What do you want do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm tired of the questions, now when someone asks me what I want to do I just say "art".&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because it shuts them up, they just go "oh.." and that's the end.&lt;br /&gt;Now when someone REALLY cares, and they REALLY are interested in what I have to say, I'll tell them whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teens don't seem to care simply because people don't care to listen, we're smart enough to tell apart the people that want to TEACH us, and the people that want to LISTEN to us.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to us first, then there might be something you can help us with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- much like us, even the wolves have a place to come back to when they fall away. That place happens to be my church family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-5496028837110625400?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/5496028837110625400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/wolves.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5496028837110625400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5496028837110625400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/wolves.html' title='Wolves.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-6423895363476292442</id><published>2009-10-17T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:54:20.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To say the least, I am depressed.</title><content type='html'>SO I've been grounded for like... I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;donno&lt;/span&gt;, a week?&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm totally isolated from the outside world, except for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sundays&lt;/span&gt;.. and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt;, but that's not a whole ton.&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats's&lt;/span&gt; why.&lt;br /&gt;no, I slacked off a bit with my homework for a few days... er.. maybe like.. a week... or two (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; judge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had a REALLY bad time these last couple of weeks, ANY kid would be distracted if they went through what I went through.&lt;br /&gt;Never the less, I had a meeting with my teacher and i was like "Dude, I totally OWNED this school month"&lt;br /&gt;But, it doesn't change the fact that my parents GROUNDED me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously depressed now, HOW AM I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;SUPPOSED&lt;/span&gt; TO LIVE!?!?&lt;br /&gt;And it hasn't helped me with school at all, my mind is still ELSEWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;what are they gonna do next? put earmuffs on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uhg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ian&lt;br /&gt;I miss Cobb&lt;br /&gt;I miss CC&lt;br /&gt;I miss Becca (oddly..)&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lyd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Isa&lt;br /&gt;.. not really Des...&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss... crap.. well that's all I can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and My parents &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;needa&lt;/span&gt; give me my $25 bucks back... I want a new belt.. but I also need some screws..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just buy some senseless crap instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this horribly depressing, cruel, boring, and lifeless time... I sit around.&lt;br /&gt;Pressing the "Stumble" button, playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Starcraft&lt;/span&gt;, writing useless blogs, and eating.&lt;br /&gt;EATING&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to be fat by the time I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-grounded.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom and dad, for RUINING my perfect, hot, body... muffin top here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh what, now you expect a quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-6423895363476292442?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/6423895363476292442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-say-least-i-am-depressed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6423895363476292442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6423895363476292442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-say-least-i-am-depressed.html' title='To say the least, I am depressed.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3710113064896812437</id><published>2009-10-16T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:37:17.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tragedy.</title><content type='html'>Me and my art professor were talking about tragedy and comedy once. Of course the most famous tragedy would have to be the story of Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;However, Jon told me of another tragedy, this one seemed to just outweigh the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was of Achilles, I don't know the entire story, only the tragic part.&lt;br /&gt;Achilles was deep within the Amazon when he came across an amazonian woman, fierce, skilled, and a trained killer. They fought, a perfect match locked in combat, both of them had trouble gaining the upper hand. The battle raged on, Achilles found his moment to strike his fatal blow. As he killed her, and as she was dying, they realized..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were a perfect match, and, they loved each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard such a great tragedy, he killed the woman he loved, but he didn't know he loved her until it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beats out Romeo and Juliet, it beats out Macbeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told John that one day I would write a comedic tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;I now wonder how i thought I would do such a thing, it's near impossible. How can you have viewers or readers crying AND laughing by the end of a story?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I still want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm the kind of guy that looks at everything in the light of possibility.. meaning that for me.. anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets be logical"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT be logical. Logic is just an inhibitor of the imagination, it cuts off and destroys creativity. Logic is a poison which tells people they can't do things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying to be illogical, I'm simply saying to not let Logic affect your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Creativity is simply Logic in a more liberal form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3710113064896812437?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3710113064896812437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/tradgedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3710113064896812437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3710113064896812437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/tradgedy.html' title='tragedy.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-7647801146830873461</id><published>2009-10-15T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:10:09.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh you dreadful Media.</title><content type='html'>The media.&lt;br /&gt;the what?&lt;br /&gt;The media.&lt;br /&gt;The media, I wonder how they choose what stories they should publish, should they the do the 80 year old man that died in a car accident? or maybe the woman who grows her own food? Perhaps the little boy that flew off in a baloon... and is now no where to be found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if my life were covered by the media?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it would be ever so dramatic, and no one would get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the news last night, and I realized how much they actually say...&lt;br /&gt;they can talk about 4 stories within a matter of 60 seconds. They don't even really talk about what's happening, they give a 20 second report and they're done. move on to the next subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they save the best story for last, last night's was about this poor teenager who was dramatically affected by the H1N1 vaccine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so fed up becuase they kept saying "up next" and it STILL wouldn't come on, they kept talking about the little petty stories. "Oh this guy's getting a divorce" "oh she broke the law" "oh you should get a flu shot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, you save it for the VERY END when everyone's sick and tired of your stupid talking.&lt;br /&gt;It probably wouldn't even have been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;They would have left you with the same questions, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news, the media, it all makes me feel so helpless and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teenage girl was raped, I asked myself where everyone was, why wasn't someone there for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was robbed at gunpoint, why is the theif still out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl was killed by the H1N1 virus, why couldn't the doctors save her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world needs to change, but we've all heard that before, we all know that there isn't much we can do. The most we can do is look out for our friends and families. There can't be life without some form of tradgedy, The World Wars, Terrorists, Tyrants.&lt;br /&gt;"We learn from our mistakes"&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;We don't learn anything, we fight for peace, we start wars so that people can be free.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to look at your freedoms and the things you can do, you will be free. If you choose to look at everything you can't do, you'll be a slave for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In life we're constantly faced with defining good and evil, but by who's definition are we to live by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-7647801146830873461?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7647801146830873461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-you-dreadful-media.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7647801146830873461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7647801146830873461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-you-dreadful-media.html' title='Oh you dreadful Media.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-7841691396826850715</id><published>2009-10-14T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:13:03.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this corpse lives.</title><content type='html'>I feel so dead.&lt;br /&gt;Like my very life has just glazed over and froze. I hate having to break out my happy face, not man people can distinguish my happy face to my actual happy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fall asleep and wake up when every thing's prefect.&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of people know what's wrong with me, the ones that do can't do much to help me, maybe just distract me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this for a hint of life experience, it's not worth it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian came by my house the other day, we took apart a computer simply for the fact that we needed a laser reader.&lt;br /&gt;We also built a few rockets, the first one ignited but didn't provide enough thrust to make the rocket FLY anywhere. The second one shot around my backyard like an unguided missile.... er.. that's what it was I guess. The third one simply blew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get my mind off of her, yeah, the incredible Ernie IS having girl troubles. oh the joy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me about it,I don't wanna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;I am only human aftr all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If life were simple, what would the point be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-7841691396826850715?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7841691396826850715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-corpse-lives.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7841691396826850715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7841691396826850715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-corpse-lives.html' title='this corpse lives.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-6824524254482043835</id><published>2009-10-08T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:33:40.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want from me?</title><content type='html'>Ernie Ernie Ernie Ernie Ernie Ernie Ernie Ernie&lt;br /&gt;Ern Ern Ern.&lt;br /&gt;Ernie can you, Ernie please, Ernie do me a favor, Ernie hold the baby.&lt;br /&gt;Ernie do this, Ernie do that, Ernie Ernie Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate being the oldest.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate becoming a third parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I'm lucky, sure there are kids that have life worse then me, but that's nothing to compare to.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to act my age, becuase, I am my age and how I act is what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people breaking promises. I don't trust hardly anyone as it is, It takes a lot for me to trust you, but I still get tossed to the side like garbage.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people contradicting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me one thing and you do another, you think it makes sense, you think it's what you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you it isn't right, no matter how you look at it it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I mad?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how Kids survive these days.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how people expect me to live happily in this crappy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate teenage life, it's so confusing and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;People say the world is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now you're probably thinking I'm a whiner baby.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;I AM A WHINER BABY!&lt;br /&gt;because this sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.&lt;br /&gt;Don't treat me like I don't know what I'm talking about, especially when we're talking about History.&lt;br /&gt;AND don't discount what I'm saying simply becuase "I'm young". I could say the same about you being Old.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I called you Old, deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DEAL WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-6824524254482043835?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/6824524254482043835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-you-want-from-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6824524254482043835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6824524254482043835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-you-want-from-me.html' title='What do you want from me?'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-1197716860792394881</id><published>2009-10-06T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:07:58.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the world spins madly on.</title><content type='html'>yea, it's a nice song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life seemed to be going nice for me, then, WHAM.&lt;br /&gt;it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said "everyone will hurt you".&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone will hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-1197716860792394881?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/1197716860792394881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-world-spins-madly-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1197716860792394881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1197716860792394881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-world-spins-madly-on.html' title='and the world spins madly on.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3502322251559684959</id><published>2009-09-30T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:36:55.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight up.</title><content type='html'>I love free painting, it helps me get my head straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pbbt, I'll post some art on my art blog later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3502322251559684959?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3502322251559684959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/straight-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3502322251559684959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3502322251559684959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/straight-up.html' title='Straight up.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-1576325360774591996</id><published>2009-09-29T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:14:41.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cobb, my other bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cool guy, always there for ya, always got ur back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can easily describe him as "A big scary black dude.... but he's super nice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I scared the crap outta him once, almost got punched in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and Cobb, much like me and Ian, are a force to be reckoned with, it's kinda one of those "mess with us, and ur diagnosis will be FUBAR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously, a Big black dude and a skinny Mexican, whats not to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've gone to Disneyland a couple times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pure epicness in a bottle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've heard this story, about how young Einstein explained to his teacher, that Evil is simply the absence of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People accept this without a second thought, I assume because "Einstein" said it and it's a nice point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I happen to believe it's BS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first off, prove to me that Einstein said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;second, you're telling me, that GOD himself, CAN be absent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought GOD was omni-present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lets take this way way back to the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lucifer was up in heaven, and he decided he wanted to do whatever, and God threw him out because he was evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was God present in that situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think he was, after all, it was HEAVEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, now we're in the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adam and Eve eat the stupid fruit and plague all of future humanity with things like CANCER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, Cancer isn't of God, so we can assume it's evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so if I were to apply "Einstein's" logic to someone with cancer, I would say that that person lacks God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's BS isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both my grandpa and my grandma had cancer, and I also believe they had God with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so let me ask you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was God absent from them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God isn't absent, Sin is present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not saying that people sin and bring disease upon themselves, I'm saying Adam and Eve ate the fruit and now we live with Sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-God is never absent, whether we choose to see him or not is up to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Ernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-1576325360774591996?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/1576325360774591996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1576325360774591996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/1576325360774591996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile.html' title='SMILE!'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3476508324837013271</id><published>2009-09-28T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:07:56.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agase!</title><content type='html'>my back hurts.&lt;br /&gt;dang i feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing  just have to say..&lt;br /&gt;Ian, you crack me the heck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since forever, i can not, swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the worst thing in the world for me, i just gag and.. it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way i could ever swallow a pill is if i really really have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lets write a little bit about my bro Ian Goegblahblah (dude, seriously, i didn't want to risk spelling your lst name wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born 'n raised in who knows where, Ian is a God given genius.&lt;br /&gt;one day i was like "dude, im bored"&lt;br /&gt;and he was all "yeah, i was bored last night so i made my own formula to find the area of a shape"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lit my grass on fire a couple times. I guess that's what happens when you get a genius and a.. whatever I am.. together and build rockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stormed a random table of girls one time... just sat at their table and made small talk.. funny part was their boyfriend's faces "I'm gonn kill u Mothafudgekins", haha, everyone knows me and Ian can't be killed by a couple whimpy 14 yr olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have puberty on our side.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention Ian's mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made a small hovercraft with whatever was within arms reach (true story, i swear).&lt;br /&gt;Ian's built robots that'll put ur ASIMO to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He oblitertes me in STARCRAFT everytime we play.... except once.. I murdered him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian's mah bro.&lt;br /&gt;one of the only two I have, I'll write about the other tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's nice to know you'll always have that dude to get your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3476508324837013271?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3476508324837013271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/agase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3476508324837013271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3476508324837013271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/agase.html' title='Agase!'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3895015443553457084</id><published>2009-09-26T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:51:04.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat.</title><content type='html'>It's so hot!&lt;br /&gt;Why must CA be sooo hot alll the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye dios mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when does winter get here?&lt;br /&gt;I love the Winter, it's cold, it's cozy, there's christmas, and christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;you sing christmas carols, you roast chestnuts on an open fire.&lt;br /&gt;you wake up and take ur whole bed with you through the house, you drink hot cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;you wear a coat wherever you go, you bundle up at night, you get into the car and pray that the heater would warm up faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the winter&lt;br /&gt;and I love being able to wear my coat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3895015443553457084?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3895015443553457084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3895015443553457084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3895015443553457084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweat.html' title='Sweat.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-6907368712659568352</id><published>2009-09-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:10:54.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a couple things i never get tired of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rushing down the freeway while blasting some punk with my uncle, is there anything that can make you feel any cooler?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long nights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spending a day at Disney Land with a couple friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bragging about what no one else can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cruising down empty streets, it's different to see our world without people in it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meaningful conversations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those are a couple things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's something about music, a fast car, and an open highway that makes me feel like im on top of the world, it makes me love everyone just a little bit more, gives me confidence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know those long nights, where you simply ponder or talk to the person you love, I wish i had more of those.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who DOESN'T love spending a day at DisneyLand? Goofing off with a couple friends, being yourself, having a blast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not concieted, but i do like to brag about something i have that everyone wants, have a laugh, I like to appreciate what i have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and My uncle used to stay out late, just cruising, I could watch the street lights to the end of the earth, not a soul would be in sight. There might be that one car, with that one driver, headed somewhere late at night, but other than that, the world was quiet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a deep meaningful conversation, it's hard for me to come across these with people. I have but a handful of friends that im capeable of holding a good conversation with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comment with some things YOU never get tired of.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other news.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked my mom something yesterday, she laughed and told me to get real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that what parents do? Laugh at you, tell you to get real?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't think i was fake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappointments suck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And just like everyone, parents should watch what they say and how they react.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I'm young.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, i have big hopes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, some of my dreams are really out there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That doesn't give anyone the right to discredit them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My mom's reaction killed my day, and who cheered me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why do parents still wonder why their kids are becoming less and less connected with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-6907368712659568352?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/6907368712659568352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/couple-things-i-never-get-tired-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6907368712659568352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sting as a friend walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sting of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of things that sting us in life, but then there's always that bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubble of a mothers voice when she's proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubble of good news coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubble of making a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubble of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life comes in balance, sometimes it just takes longer than we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie Macias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-1049609635203287382?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-4155163847470625293</id><published>2009-09-22T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:53:32.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The otherwise uneventful life of a me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha, who am I kidding? Everyone knows my life is the OPPOSITE of uneventfull.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I came to a conclusion a while back, and that was that High-top Converse all stars are THE ultimate shoe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can run, you can jump, you can walk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've kayaked, I've jumped off cliffs, I've treaded through shin deep goop, I've rafted down class 3 rapids, I've SWAM through rapids, I've hiked for long periods of time, I've swam UP river, I've rescued people from getting washed away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All wearing those shoes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love those shoes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So as you can see, I've done a lot.. not as much as I could have, but a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of that list above happened at camp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STORY TIME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(this is why you don't mess with the Macias family)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last day at camp, everyone is packing up, the girls are pretty much done, and I have the wonderful responsibility of making sure to tear down the Guys tent... one problem, ALL THEIR STUFF IS STILL IN THERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ok guy, either you can get your stuff out, or I can"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that was my warning, and if you know a thing or two about me and my family, you also know to take our warnings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, they did get most of their stuff out, but not ALL of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I decided to be nice and not throw it out in the dirt like i wanted to... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;instead.. You can believe it all ended up in the branches of a tree, socks, pants, a belt, a sleeping bag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man it was funny seeing them jump for their stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"what! why is my stuff in the tree?" haha, they ask as if they don't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"well, i needed to tear down the tent.. and your stuff was still in there"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"that's messed up"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STORY TIME.... over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm probably never going to shut up about camp, it was a good time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random thought.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder how you can put a level on love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does it have a scale?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I donno, i guess it's one of those things that's certaintly undefined.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who's seen the movie Elf?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like how at one point he busts through the door and goes "I'm in love I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha, i feel that way sometimes... actually.. often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder what it is that can connect an emotion to a physical feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that feeling where every breath you take feels shallow, where your heart drops into your stomach, but the world slowly creeps back in, and you realize it isn't quite that simple, or maybe it is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- have a thought, it makes you think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie Macias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-4155163847470625293?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/4155163847470625293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/otherwise-uneventful-life-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4155163847470625293'/><link rel='self' 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class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; one sided, first off, I want to learn about Biology, not EVOLUTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"evolution blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;"through evolution we see blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of evolution blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science, is the study of FACT, here are some facts about Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living things are known as Organisms, complex organisms are made up of cells, cells are made up of molecules, molecules are made up of atoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one more fact for you, NO ONE on Earth KNOWS for a FACT what the origin of Life is, so, Humans create theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creation Theory (based of my good '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution theory (some dud made this up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent design theory (I don't know who thought this one up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question..&lt;br /&gt;Why are Kids taught Evolution theory? And why do teachers leave important information out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, I was doing my biology homework, listening to a lecture. The teacher was talking about the origin of life, how "Everything evolved from a single cell". Now wait a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know where babies come from right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies get a cross between the Mother and Father's DNA, without DNA humans would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incapable&lt;/span&gt; of reproducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without DNA no living organism could reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so what's the issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNA can't replicate itself, and it can't happen spontaneously, so how did that magic cell reproduce itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we meet point A, B, and C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead of explaining how we got through point B, "The Man" simply skips that and moves from A to C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's pretty smooth, I love having an incomplete education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent design sounds much more appealing right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- don't question everything, but certainly question most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie Macias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-5439842722969499789?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/5439842722969499789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/aye-dios-mio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5439842722969499789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/5439842722969499789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/aye-dios-mio.html' title='Aye Dios mio..'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3174407440281523670</id><published>2009-09-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:16:53.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When corndogs attack!</title><content type='html'>So I went camping this past weekend.... froze my butt off, no campfires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anything more retarded?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the only people willing to share their extra sweaters were the women.&lt;br /&gt;You see, when you're the oldest of the kids in the family, you have the responsibility of being somewhat of a third parent.&lt;br /&gt;"Liberty, did you pack every thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tell me what you packed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this with both sam and liberty, making sure they were fully prepared, all the while as I loaded things into the car my beautifully warm coat sat on the back of the couch, longing for me to grab it.. as you can gather, we drove away without my coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, twas (wow, I've been using twas, tis ect a lot lately) an ok trip, I liked the Fusion one better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, in fashion news.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT ME SOME NEW SHADES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classic 80's style, black frames with red/orange iridescent highly reflective lenses... so as no one can see my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my grandpa died, twas a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;I had the honor of being a pallbearer for the funeral, aye the pressure, twasn't as bad as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Other OTHER news, i got this random facebook friend request from this girl i knew nothing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I was like "denied"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I got a message from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ernieeeee, I'm  your cousin, from tj!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE ONDA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a new cousin i knew nothing about, welcome to being Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;She's cool, her name's Isa, when I asked my Tia Lili about her, was like "what, we don't have a cousin Isa!" well we do, I found it odd that Lili didn't know her, considering she knows pretty much everyone and everything about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other other OTHER news, uhhhhhhh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw District 9, TWAS AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;besides the gratuitous amounts of cussing and gore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of people misunderstood the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;READ NO FURTHER IF YOU DONT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE MOVIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;READ NO FURTHER IF YOU DONT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE MOVIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the movie was highly "Anti-establishment"&lt;br /&gt;It dealt with the issue of discrimination towards minorities, I don't want to hear any of this "it was government propaganda, they just wanna take away our guns" that's BS.&lt;br /&gt;If anything it would be ANTI government propaganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the heck are people talking about "they set it up for a sequel"&lt;br /&gt;wow, either world just got a whole lot dumber or i just got a whole lot smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with a right mind can see that what happens next is already IMPLIED.&lt;br /&gt;the Alien dude tells the human/Alien guy that he'll be back to rescue his people and change the guy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't NEED a sequel, let a good movie stand alone, a sequel would ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, great movie IF you can understand it, if not, then it's just another Alien action flick with no meaning to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm starting a new ministry at church, wow, STRESS&lt;br /&gt;tis going to be fun though, I look forward to telling you guys all about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Look into something for what it is, not only what it looks like it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ernie Macias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3174407440281523670?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3174407440281523670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-corndogs-attack.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3174407440281523670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3174407440281523670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-corndogs-attack.html' title='When corndogs attack!'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-4706047724675147789</id><published>2009-08-07T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:03:20.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got a totally RAD bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;folds from a a couch into a bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be jeluz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sooo... what to write about...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uhhhmmmm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian calls me an old man, no, not becuase im 16, but becuase I AM OLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fell asleep during transformers, I hurt my HIP, i have aches and pains, and I guess I'm mature?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is up with that man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's so unfair, i need a fountain of youth, what TEENAGE boy (althought i think of myself as a man *wink wink*) needs the fountain of youth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's messed up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old man... psh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least let me become a legal adult before i die of... whatever old people die fom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I better not start balding, that'll get me in a mood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I often wonder if people's bodies race to catch up with their minds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='what!'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3852143812107818256</id><published>2009-07-25T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:55:32.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave myself a haircut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yep, grabbed a pair or scissors and started chopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it turned out pretty ok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just recently remembered how much I love soccer, the running, the kicking, I love it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I was better at it though, i can't kick very far, and I never get to play it anymore. I play volleyball on saturdays, that's just for fun. I want to play soccer though, how come no one plays that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anytime we're at the beach with friends we play catch, or we play football, but we never play soccer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like football too but...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just not the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer is the time where I really wish I was more althletic, where I wish i played some sort of sport. But you know when you REALLY REALLY want to do something but you know you just can't becuase you waited too long?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah, i waited a bit too long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well, I guess that's why I'm an artist, and i like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;casual sports are fine with me (but I want more soccer).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I started my first major art project, a public piece that'll go somewhere in my yard. I'll probably plant it in my mom's garden (pun intendid).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a big man-eating door... or it will be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll try to post pics when it's finished.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways, that was some random blogging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- it's ok to want to do what you weren't born to do, persue it if it's what you really want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3852143812107818256?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3852143812107818256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-gave-myself-haircut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3852143812107818256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3852143812107818256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-gave-myself-haircut.html' title='I gave myself a haircut...'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3148926782456272046</id><published>2009-07-24T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:17:41.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well ok!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't written in FOREVER! and a day..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to camp last week.. er... anyways. I went rafting through rapids, kayaking, saved some lives (really), hiked through.. God knows what, swam through rivers, crossed rivers, sat in whirl pools, jumped off cliffs, slid down waterfalls... and overall just did some amazing things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camp was incredible, one of the best expieriences of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much happened that i can't write it all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have so many stories now, it's tough to not be able to share them and REALLY have people understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craig, Austin, Joel, Salj, Matt, Jessica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love you guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;students.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ha, if i could name all 16 of u I would :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a few shout outs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendon: dude, you need to shutup :P "this is a major dissapointment"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holly: NO NAKED MOUTHS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel: dude, sorry for RIPPING YOU OUT OF YOUR BOAT! hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evi: I scared the shiznit outta you while we were in the Kayak, but hey, it made it all the better right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eric: hahahaha, "Ya'll irratatin meh!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cierra: where mah cornbread!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brittney V: nice saving people with you, good teamwork.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candace: ur a trooper, good work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rico: dude.... you know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tj: nice jog with you man, i almost died but it's ok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah: Glad to see you finally doing stuff WITH us rather than FOR us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lindsey: ha, u wash ur hair yet? thanks for a great time at camp!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camp goes right up there with the OM road trip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Expierience, everyone has a different one, so no one's is greater.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3148926782456272046?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3148926782456272046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3148926782456272046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3148926782456272046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-ok.html' title='well ok!'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3872165098934050849</id><published>2009-06-23T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:17:48.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame</title><content type='html'>So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ehhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say what you want to say when what you want to say you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hangin&lt;/span&gt; out w/ Ian but some parents (who shall remain nameless) decided they would let me plan for a week then say no at the last minute, that's pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One parents says it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she's tired and can't have someone over right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could understand that... if we were going to be at the house all day.. however.. we didn't plan on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ian had planned to bike somewhere, be gone pretty much the whole day, and maybe pitch a tent up outside. I don't see how that would intrude on anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so fine, he can't spend the night, can he come over at least? we wouldn't even be home, you wouldn't have to do anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it summer again? so I can sit at home on the computer all day?&lt;br /&gt;after all... there isn't really anything else i can do with my free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well just do my homework and go back to bed, I'm not doing anything anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- your parents say "no", you ask them "why?" and they say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;", you ask them "why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;?" and they say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I said", you ask them why they said, and you get grounded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3872165098934050849?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3872165098934050849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/06/lame.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3872165098934050849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3872165098934050849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/06/lame.html' title='Lame'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-4761941872895115124</id><published>2009-06-02T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:08:32.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So anyways!</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of THOSE days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when you come accross those days and there's nothing you can do, just let it drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-4761941872895115124?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/4761941872895115124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-anyways.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4761941872895115124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/4761941872895115124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-anyways.html' title='So anyways!'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-9060557453667742954</id><published>2009-06-01T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:46:47.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imma back</title><content type='html'>sorry iss been so long fer u guys.&lt;br /&gt;i been a bit bust, but the good news is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER IS HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhg. and summer school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me nd Ian went to da moobies today, saw Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought the food I bought the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got some rock candy...&lt;br /&gt;i almost died while eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do that sumtimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rents started this whole "one hour for all electronics" thing today.&lt;br /&gt;so I only get one hour to talk to my friends on AIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im gonna be the only one that hasta follow this rule, even though it's suppossed to be for the entire houshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-9060557453667742954?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/9060557453667742954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/06/imma-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/9060557453667742954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/9060557453667742954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/06/imma-back.html' title='imma back'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-8056909914563840530</id><published>2009-05-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:46:19.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uhg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bleeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who cares anyway?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unsharpened&lt;/span&gt; pencils.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a trinity ring, given to me by my mother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a razor blade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's so much stuff on my desk, it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke up early for no reason, i just wanna go to bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ah, today is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, may 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Lydia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So i got back in touch with Crystal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me her and Cobb were gonna go to Disneyland in a couple months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forgot that my pass expires in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's crappy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; has cancer in his liver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good thing school is pretty much over, it wont by able to mess up my grade much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When does summer get here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found out that I'll &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havta&lt;/span&gt; meet with a summer school teacher once a week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These people never leave you alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's the point of homeschooling if you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havta&lt;/span&gt; go out of your way to meet with a teacher?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a normal school year I meet with a teacher.... every 3 weeks (?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a normal school year I have 6 subjects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In summer school I'll &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havta&lt;/span&gt; meet with the teacher every week but I'll only have 2 subjects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think they just want to waste my time, it's their job to look busy and sign papers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let my propose a question to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is homosexuality?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it the way someone is born?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it a choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; hard to be a christian teen today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You need one straight answer to this question but no one can give it to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to ask?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ask God"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not many teens can ask God something and discern his answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes even I can't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one wants to talk about this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; no one wants to offend someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a person at church the other night (I won't say who and I expect everyone will respect that), they were wearing a T-shirt that said "Gay respect".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're all sinners, yes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christians (including myself), believe that homosexuality is sin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is from the bible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To God all sins are equal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, lying is equal to adultery, murder to cheating, everything is the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would it be appropriate for me to wear a shirt in church (the house of God, mind you) that said "respect to murder"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what about "Liars respect"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I respect cheaters"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't care if that's how you feel, but respect my church.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respect my God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you feel that you need to advertise something like that in your church, something is wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Christians we should ALREADY respect everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muslims, Jews, atheists, EVERYONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does this mean we agree with their lifestyle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll all ways have our disagreements but that doesn't stop us from respecting each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Along with our respect comes love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-If God was willing to die for something as worthless and small as me, the least I can do is live loving everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-8056909914563840530?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8056909914563840530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/uhg.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8056909914563840530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8056909914563840530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/uhg.html' title='uhg.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-6437796891672722678</id><published>2009-05-16T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:36:21.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my yard is lookin FRESSSHHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bunches of peoples from the church came over nd helped us fix it up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lemme juss say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they did an incredible job.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-It's nice to have people you can rely on, it's better if they can rely on you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-6437796891672722678?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all dead now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; well.... most of it anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After i obliterated it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It actually looked kinda nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- People seem to freak out when they don't know what you're talking about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3789868984800841808?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3789868984800841808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/decimation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3789868984800841808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3789868984800841808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/decimation.html' title='Decimation.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-4329279962315617874</id><published>2009-05-14T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:05:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRACKERJACKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH EM GEE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yea, seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not joking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy isn't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean, when does that ever happen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bleehhhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judgement day is over, i live to fight another day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOORAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who reads my blog anyway?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what? 5 people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dass ok i guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i should start a campaign.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"READ ERNIE'S BLOG"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- at some point, people stop believing that everything is possible, i don't think i can possibly ever hit that point.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-4329279962315617874?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/4329279962315617874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong lesson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricky sniffs around the house, i should let him go outside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's cloudy and cold outside, crisp streaks of pale sunlight wash through the clouds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my Ipod plays Indie-rock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;starting at the letter A becuase the shuffle is off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the once proud south was having it's life slowly squeezed out of it's economy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 13 8:29AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cars pass by outside, i hear them, but cannot see them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The song playing makes me feel like I'm in an action movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 pairs of sunglasses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 batteries sapped of their charge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 pink pen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"could not contact blogger"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the lifeless lettering means nothing to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cobb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahsha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gunnar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I counted the names, minor OCD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I count and recount, there are 8 names, i was wrong the first time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:39AM I have been up since 6:45AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MSN weather tells me it feels like 63, partly cloudy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fell asleep sitting up, maybe time for a short morning nap?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;probly not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I may not have been perfect but I've allways been true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a man screams in my ear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the word doesn't seem very striking when it's alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Error on page"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calling calling home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entertainment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifestyle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The MSN toolbar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SPAZ" stares down at me from a Chuck E. Cheese cup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way it's written looks like "SPAY"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skip two songs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:54, six minutes till 9AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one hour and six minutes before I wake up in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The living room in empty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my ipod plays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My body seems to be longing for sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;something clicked, i had fallen asleep on my desk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dreaming i was at CA Adventure.. it turned into Universal Studios Hollywood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was there with someone, a girl, don't remember who though :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there were people chasing us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play it loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:07AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing happens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with friends like you, who needs enemies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bitter song, you understand the artist's pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone sleeps, the only noise from the house is the dull click from my keyboard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skip this song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and another.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one more please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I softly touch the wheel and turn up the volume.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a green light stares at me from my computer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can run my fingers through my hair, it's soft.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hate doesn't respect you, no, hate doesn't care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A deck of cards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a manual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a box.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a somber tune plays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a war going on for your mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the energy of the song rises.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:19, one hour since I started.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are life moments, I was bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- when you feel like writing something that will make sense, first write something that is nonsense, you'll see that it is much more fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-8642698480296038617?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8642698480296038617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-moments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8642698480296038617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8642698480296038617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-moments.html' title='life moments.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-14668916388551954</id><published>2009-05-12T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:41:50.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mom was checking my email.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or course.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But c'mon, seriously?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh how it made me mad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how am I supposed to feel when i can clearly see that my mom doesn't trust me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would that make you feel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yea, sure, she was just "checking up" on me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd much rather have parents talk to me instead of read my email.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they feed me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they give me a place to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I am grateful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but at least give me my privacy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pretty much have no rights as it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hurts me and now I'm going to become emotionally scarred, I'll become emo, start being an introvert, never trust anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all because my parents wouldn't give me my privacy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie, your emo introvert friend :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- leave a person alone long enough and they might just come running back to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-14668916388551954?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-2197213703340625857</id><published>2009-05-11T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:29:07.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The night Ernie gasped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The following story is true, all facts are based on facts that actually happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The night was monday, may 11.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sat in the movie theater, drinking my soda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A medium the size of a normal large, Root beer flowed from the plastic straw.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sat, watching the movie, suddenly it hit me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH DANG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEEDA GO TO THE BATHROOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got up, making my way through the narrow seating, dodging popcorn and legs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 more seats to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever get the feeling that something REALLY bad is about to happen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is where I had it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My leg was suddenly weighed down by something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A purse, one of my Dad's friends had a purse at her feet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What could a woman put in her purse that could be so heavy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sudden stop of my leg forced my momentum down and forward, I was heading for a lady, I knew that if I didn't do something I would end up on her lap..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I grabbed a chair to the side of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too bad I didn't think about the fact that they have a spring recline.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The chair also fell back, the man in it was startled beyond belief.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The recline stopped, at this moment i believe the heavens opened and God laughed at me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally caught my footing and proceeded out of the theater, shame on my face, embarrassed beyond belief.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so is a moment in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like everyother day, something is BOUND to happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334819940305248242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgkWeHqQn_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/RIbGi3o9cEg/s400/HPIM2965.JPG" /&gt;- If something is gonna happen, at least make it happen while you look good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Ernie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no, i don't wear glasses, this was jussta funny pic I wanted to post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-2197213703340625857?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/2197213703340625857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-ernie-gasped.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2197213703340625857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/2197213703340625857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-ernie-gasped.html' title='The night Ernie gasped.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgkWeHqQn_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/RIbGi3o9cEg/s72-c/HPIM2965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3648408775377982559</id><published>2009-05-10T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:09:44.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chicka fricka wah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaJDf4ebFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/m46iMgsuLog/s1600-h/DSCF0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334101501857918034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaJDf4ebFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/m46iMgsuLog/s400/DSCF0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cho, wassup?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaItNWq6dI/AAAAAAAAAUs/oYa1qLcYnfQ/s1600-h/DSCF0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334101118927170002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaItNWq6dI/AAAAAAAAAUs/oYa1qLcYnfQ/s400/DSCF0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; NOOO!!! talk to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaIY2oID1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/6B2ujwHN7ZQ/s1600-h/DSCF0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334100769228984146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaIY2oID1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/6B2ujwHN7ZQ/s400/DSCF0027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; uhm.. hello?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaIHkslbpI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AbTQeZB-I3s/s1600-h/DSCF0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334100472358071954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaIHkslbpI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AbTQeZB-I3s/s400/DSCF0028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; why, hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaHd-jcf-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/dqA-766L-fQ/s1600-h/DSCF0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334099757744553954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaHd-jcf-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/dqA-766L-fQ/s400/DSCF0029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey, why don't we both make a really stupid face!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaHGquWSvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/z2V7uPMUY18/s1600-h/DSCF0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334099357284584178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaHGquWSvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/z2V7uPMUY18/s400/DSCF0030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; yes, I am wearin two hats.... but hey, issa good pic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaGYN9w8KI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1XLI4A2ryj8/s1600-h/DSCF0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334098559290634402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaGYN9w8KI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1XLI4A2ryj8/s400/DSCF0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; No comment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaFqhudsdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pHiZW9edL_M/s1600-h/DSCF0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334097774321185234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaFqhudsdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pHiZW9edL_M/s400/DSCF0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a good day indeed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaFS0gNl2I/AAAAAAAAATs/Rg9PIV-MoNc/s1600-h/DSCF0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334097367044822882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaFS0gNl2I/AAAAAAAAATs/Rg9PIV-MoNc/s400/DSCF0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And we finish at the beginning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those are very few of the pics I took, it was a great day, i laughed, i cried, i laughed some more, i made Cobb jump, I made Cor jump, and then I laughed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was awesome ya?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cobb was there, he'll tell you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rides we went on:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1. CA Screamin (twice)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 Hollywood Tower of Terror.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 Matterhorn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4. Indiana Jones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cobb saved all of us on that last one, he has mad driving skills.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Cor just did a commentary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, a good day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;&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;/div&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3648408775377982559?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3648408775377982559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicka-fricka-wah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3648408775377982559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3648408775377982559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicka-fricka-wah.html' title='chicka fricka wah!'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SgaJDf4ebFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/m46iMgsuLog/s72-c/DSCF0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-2673029545378953734</id><published>2009-05-08T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:34:47.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh em gee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today = phenomenal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, it was FREAKIN AWESOME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH EM GEE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much fun ok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gee.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3663861247563156574</id><published>2009-05-08T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:44:07.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rave..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm goin to D-land today w/ Cor and Cobb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hooyah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gonna be tight, tight like when I went w/ the earwoods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CA Screamin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went on it like 3-4 times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got kinda sick near the end haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- people look to quotes for wisdom, when in fact they should look to their wisdom for quotes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-3663861247563156574?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3663861247563156574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/rave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3663861247563156574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/3663861247563156574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/rave.html' title='rave..?'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-7887830421283826426</id><published>2009-05-06T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:30:52.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand-up Improv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So who likes Stand-up comedy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do, I've actually put together a couple acts and would preform when I was little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not so much any more, I also did some Improv shows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I am a comedian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night was the Cinco De Mayo party at youth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was an open mic, plus two "planned" acts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 1 was a girl, she shared some poetry, that was nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then Kallen did some Open mic singing, very nice indeed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahha, this is where I thought to myself "ha, wouldn't it be funny if I was suppossed to plan an act?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Precious (that is her name)- "and now for our second act, please welcome, ERNIE!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just my luck, I guess I was suppossed to plan an act, no one told me though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went up on stage, totaly keeping my cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me (quietly)- "uhm.. I didn't know I was going up.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Precious- "oh! oh my- I thought Sarah told you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me - "no.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well, like any good Macias, when all else fails, make sumthin up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So why did the chicken cross the road?... TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE! hahaahaha, get it?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I needed to buy time to pull up a story from my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I chose the story of my first driving lesson, with a little sprucing up and exxagerations I made up some stand-up comedy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tough crowd, no joy man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had to work em a bit, got a couple good laughs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So after i finished (the whole thing was maybe 5-10 mins), I sat down and enjoyed the rest of the party...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until Pastor Deb pulled me up for the dance off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Brendon pulled out the disco, I added a little "dry the back".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also got 9 kids to sign up for the improv group, HOORAH! Fusion is movin now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- When all else fails, fudge it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie, like I said, never a dull day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-7887830421283826426?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7887830421283826426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/stand-up-improv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7887830421283826426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7887830421283826426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/stand-up-improv.html' title='Stand-up Improv.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-8688226822504705145</id><published>2009-05-05T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:28:09.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I sit waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm here, online, with no one to talk to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cobb left after 5 minutes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cap left after 30 seconds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian left after a lil while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now, no one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No new email's, no new comments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- does nothing mean anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-8688226822504705145?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8688226822504705145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-i-sit-waiting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8688226822504705145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/8688226822504705145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-i-sit-waiting.html' title='As I sit waiting.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-3999091308306813522</id><published>2009-05-05T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:55:30.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like Graphite, it's awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cor's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; bought me some solid graphite pencils.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heart them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna start a Fusion Youth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Improv&lt;/span&gt; group, hopefully kids sign up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havta&lt;/span&gt; teach them, maybe my parents will help, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they're good at it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McCafe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you gotta be kidding me, what's next?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McPepsi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McSocks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McDell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;StarMcBucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McJonas&lt;/span&gt; brothers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McHannah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monatanna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;United &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McStates&lt;/span&gt; of America.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McDoanlds&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;takin&lt;/span&gt; over the world, along with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jobros&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ernie's list of people that wanna take over the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jobros&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4 health nuts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll add more as they come along.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; there will be more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ian'll&lt;/span&gt; stop em though, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we're just that awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright, I have a question for everyone that reads this, post &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; answer in a comment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/span&gt; says "my nose will grow now" what will happen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I like to face people with a question that will make them really think, you can tell &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; just by their answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Graphite.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-7495963000810700975</id><published>2009-05-04T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:39:05.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh em gee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME FOR SOME RANDOM PICS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these are from the OM state tournament.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332209246632921842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Sf_QDv2byvI/AAAAAAAAASs/4ivJCT1XIIU/s400/673.jpg" /&gt;CAPTAIN CAUTION! I actually did go around telling people to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cautious&lt;/span&gt; for.. anything.&lt;br /&gt;I was jumping when this pic was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Sf_NYFi54MI/AAAAAAAAASk/IFhrv0EiIco/s1600-h/5C9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332206297519087810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Sf_NYFi54MI/AAAAAAAAASk/IFhrv0EiIco/s400/5C9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taytay&lt;/span&gt; me and Cor, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fixin&lt;/span&gt; some of our props and costumes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Sf_Mxy7ZZ2I/AAAAAAAAASU/TMcbDMwNzVM/s1600-h/689.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332205639686514530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Sf_Mxy7ZZ2I/AAAAAAAAASU/TMcbDMwNzVM/s400/689.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; They were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt; to get my to smile, I won :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Sf_MimFbbkI/AAAAAAAAASM/Br09T2TE5tI/s1600-h/Retarded.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332205378540891714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Sf_MimFbbkI/AAAAAAAAASM/Br09T2TE5tI/s400/Retarded.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Say hello to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cor's&lt;/span&gt; retarded Carrot.. yes.... she did eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Sf_MI2erzMI/AAAAAAAAASE/eoJ2cR-fVKY/s1600-h/peeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332204936265190594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Sf_MI2erzMI/AAAAAAAAASE/eoJ2cR-fVKY/s400/peeper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Me, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peepin&lt;/span&gt; into our RV, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taytay&lt;/span&gt; and Sarah were on the other side... so I bothered them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man, that was a good trip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probably one of the greatest trips I've ever had, I wanna do it again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt; anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ernie, Captain obvious and Captain Caution.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4008843779705415361-7495963000810700975?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7495963000810700975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-em-gee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7495963000810700975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/7495963000810700975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-em-gee.html' title='oh em gee.'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/Sf_QDv2byvI/AAAAAAAAASs/4ivJCT1XIIU/s72-c/673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008843779705415361.post-6740999896502171123</id><published>2009-05-02T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:22:07.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUMB MOVIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imma go to D-land tomorrow w/ ahsha and taytay, Cor wouldn't make it :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPTAIN CAUTION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that was my name for the last half of the tournamaent up north.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got some caution tape and made it into a head band.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walked around telling people "CAUTION! (insert something to be cautios for here)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was pretty awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- it took me 3 hours to post this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4008843779705415361-6740999896502171123?l=ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/6740999896502171123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/happening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6740999896502171123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4008843779705415361/posts/default/6740999896502171123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernie-towhomitmyconcern.blogspot.com/2009/05/happening.html' title='The happening'/><author><name>Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06074094962621292143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXbJRhtF2TM/SvrfLBi6jsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zvt2JxfNmv4/S220/chaba1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
