<?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-9194690</id><updated>2011-12-06T01:46:43.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..if you want to be given everything, give everything up..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-116118327100036951</id><published>2006-10-18T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:54:31.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Let Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's been a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, i'm not sure when i last blogged. I think it was probably right after or during spring crew..and then i got a message saying it was missed. By the way if their are any spelling errors involving the letter , it's because the key is stuck. AH! Lol. S. The letter S, i stuck. Ah it's like glued. Ok so i have a few things to say. Firstly, on saturday i went to a movie with a friend, we saw, 'the Guardian'. She oggled Ashton Kutcher. I oggled Kevin Costner. (You know you would too, Skoch.) Anyway, i'm not sure if this song plays anywhere else in the movie but i'm going to copy and paste the lyrics. I know some of you hate when people do this but i urge you to read it and think of not only Coast Guards (like in 'the Guardian) but firefighters, policemen, and other people who put their lives on the line day in and day out for everyone other than themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Let Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Bryan Adams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you lay your life down so a stranger can live?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you take what you need, but take less than you give?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you close every day without the glory and fame?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you hold you head high when no one knows your name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how legends are made - at least that's what they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We say goodbye - but never let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We live we die - 'cuz you can't save every soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta take every chance to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show that you're the kinda of man who&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will never look back - never look down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And never let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you lose everything you ever had planned?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you sit down again and play another hand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you risk everything for the chance of being alone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under pressure find the grace - or would you come undone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how legends are made - at least that's what they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow. Ok so my life right now. I've been living in residence at &lt;strong&gt;Tyndale University College and Seminary &lt;/strong&gt;since the beginning of September now. My roomate's name is Jason. He's, 20? Engaged, and a pretty decent chap. The workload is ok although as i would, i wish it was lighter. Oh well. Food is alright although its not the ritz. I quite enjoy the chicken fingers and fries, or just fries. Or just an Oreo ice cream sandwhich, depending on the day and my mood and of coure, how friggin' hungry i can sometimes get. Ah this &lt;strong&gt;S &lt;/strong&gt;problem is really getting to me i  have to go back to everything with the letter to fix the mistakes that it is causing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you say &lt;strong&gt;frustrating?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So..what else? Oh, community. I've always had a passion for community. I love people, but never in my life have i quite experienced anything like the community at Tyndale. There's always people around and they're usually pretty friendly so i'm enjoying that too. About a month or so ago, right after moving in, i found out how to play Euchre. And i haven't looked back since. Ah. Best of 9. Shh...4 a.m? Meh. Who sleeps? Hah that reminded me of Madagascar, "who wipes?" Lol, oh King Julien. Oh. So i'm thinking of entering this talent show, but im missing one large integral piece, talent. Hmm maybe i could wing it on pure wingingness. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So now, i just realised i haven't really said anything astonishing and therefore won't gauge much of a reaction and get no comments. So i know this will sound stupid so i'm just going to ask a question, an opinionated discussion starter, if you will..and see how it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Underwear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Comfort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Necessity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inconvenience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..not an issue?..(for some reason i'm expecting a comment from Fred for this one..)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyone know where I could get one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anybody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-116118327100036951?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/116118327100036951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=116118327100036951' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/116118327100036951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/116118327100036951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/10/never-let-go.html' title='Never Let Go'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114986173614962183</id><published>2006-06-09T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:02:16.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So i need to blog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i realised that i may need to blog once in a while, as most other people do..so instead of writing some boring peace on "what i'm doing" or "how i am" i'm going to put up some pictures from last night of spring crew. We had a fire and such but here are some. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF2701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF2701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF2616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF2616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF2646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF2646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF2615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF2615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF2649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF2649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF2613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF2613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/9194690-114986173614962183?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114986173614962183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114986173614962183' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114986173614962183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114986173614962183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-i-need-to-blog.html' title='So i need to blog..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114857823113054272</id><published>2006-05-25T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:30:31.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin 5 Alumni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is for Twix and Cinderella, especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today i felt like true Cabin 5 Alumni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made a pizza, and, yes, i paper toweled the grease off the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually i don't..but I hadn't seen that much grease in one place since Matt Dillon, Patrick Swayze, Rob Lowe, Emilio Estevez and Tom Cruise alligned themselves against the "Socs" in S.E. Hinton's "The Outsiders."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Ponyboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114857823113054272?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114857823113054272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114857823113054272' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114857823113054272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114857823113054272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/05/cabin-5-alumni.html' title='Cabin 5 Alumni'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114799635253871472</id><published>2006-05-18T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:52:32.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Musketeers, triplets, and Global..</title><content type='html'>What do these mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;To me, they mean the number 3.&lt;br /&gt;One, two, THREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Rico when he said that i should say something about the number three. In this day and age it really doesn't seem that people know what it means. Clearly in my previous blog i stated that people were to only put three guesses. Some put more than three. So i put that part of the blog in block letters (the part where it says only three). And yet still some people decided to put more, but i won't mention any names (Megan). But that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;I think people have been watching too much of Monty Python and the Holy grail.&lt;br /&gt;I.e "One, Two, Five! Three sir. Three!"&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;And Megan don't take it personally that Rico pointed out your faults..it's not your fault that he can count. Oh oops shouldn't have said that.&lt;br /&gt;Also, who invited the teacher. You're right. Natalie, this is a blog. No need to bring the teachings in here. HAH. Fight the power.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, about the bed/couch thing..good response. It was about equal. However not everyone plans their naps. That's a little too far, if you ask me. Haha joking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114799635253871472?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114799635253871472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114799635253871472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114799635253871472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114799635253871472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/05/musketeers-triplets-and-global.html' title='Musketeers, triplets, and Global..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114729583143276077</id><published>2006-05-10T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:47:01.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naaaaaaaame that tune, if you can..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey guys! So here's my newest idea. Recently i downloaded a whole whack of TV Theme Songs. What i'm going to do is put a bunch of the opening lines of the songs here and everybody gets to try and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guess 3 and ONLY 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(this has to be stressed because the first 4 people who have commented, some have guessed about 10, lol). Don't guess the ones people already have! And come on, don't use google to cheat, just have fun! Here we go....oh and by the way some of them arent' the FIRST words in the song but are in the first part as some of the first words start with the TV title itself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Just a good old boy, meaning no harm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Thank you for being a friend, travel down the road and back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. In 1972, a crack commando unti was sent to prison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Watch out, cuz here we come. It's been a while but, we're back in style so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. A horse is a horse, of course and no one can talk to a horse, or course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. So open up your morning light, say a little prayer for i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaneer barely kept his family fed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. They're creepy and they're cooky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Are ya ready kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Yes, no, maybe..i don't know, can you repeat the question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Hello world there's a song that we're singing, come on, get happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. There's a time for time and a time for living, take a chance and face the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. One is a genious, the other's insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. What ever happened to predictability, the milkman, the paperboy, evening tv?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. It's a rare condition, this day and age, reading the good news on the newspaper page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. Cast your cares away, worries for another day, let the music play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. They fight, they fight, they fight and fight and fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. Life is a way that comforts me and carries me across the sea of hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. Now this is a story all about how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. When you walk down the road, heavy burden heavy load, i will rise and i will walk with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. Hey baby i hear the blue's a callin, tossed salad and scrambled eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. Like sand through the hourglass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. Well we're moving on up, to the east side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. It seems today, that all you see, is violence in movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. When i wake up in the morning, and the alarm gives out a warning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. Life is a hurricane, here in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. If you're out on the road, feeling lonely and so cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28. So just sit back and relax, you'll laugh til you collapse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29. We've been on the run, driving in the sun, looking out for number one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30. In the eyes of a ranger, the unsuspecting stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.s give me the number too so i know what you're answering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114729583143276077?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114729583143276077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114729583143276077' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114729583143276077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114729583143276077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/05/naaaaaaaame-that-tune-if-you-can.html' title='Naaaaaaaame that tune, if you can..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114705741442744973</id><published>2006-05-07T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:03:34.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beds or couches?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/20050801(bed).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/20050801%28bed%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i realise by this title people might be like what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nap today on my couch and i realised i think that they are the most rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beds: You get tons of sleep, yea. But it's expected, i mean that's where you sleep the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couches: Most of the sleep we get on couches (unless your wife puts you there) is often very unexpected and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does everyone think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or couch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/couch.jpg" border="0" /&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/9194690-114705741442744973?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114705741442744973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114705741442744973' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114705741442744973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114705741442744973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/05/beds-or-couches.html' title='beds or couches?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114702951088670814</id><published>2006-05-07T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:18:30.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/ottawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/ottawa.jpg" width="561" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ottawa's Pre Game Show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it pretty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if those lasers have blinded anyone yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Might explain the two goaltenders games the other night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm..interesting..&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/9194690-114702951088670814?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114702951088670814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114702951088670814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114702951088670814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114702951088670814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/05/hockey.html' title='Hockey.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114696984693118193</id><published>2006-05-06T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:44:07.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, white, gold...and beef.</title><content type='html'>Ok. I have beef. Hence my MSN name. Let me break this down for everyone. I, like many who have lived in the nations capital before me, am an Ottawa Senators fan. (Please note, any comments demeaning the team i love or saying they suck, although you opinions are entitled, will be deleted so save yourself some time. Thanks.) I whated Friday nights game with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period:&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo oppened the scoring only .35 seconds into the game, 1-0.&lt;br /&gt;Ottawa tied the scorer 2 and a half minutes later, 2-2.&lt;br /&gt;15 seconds after that Ottawa took the lead, 2-1.&lt;br /&gt;3:36 later Buffalo tied the score, 2-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second period:&lt;br /&gt;1:47 in Ottawa took a 3-2 lead.&lt;br /&gt;3:29 in Buffalo tied it 3-3.&lt;br /&gt;4:15 in Ottawa took another lead, 4-3.&lt;br /&gt;19:30 into the second period, Buffalo tied it 4-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can already see how this would become frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Period:&lt;br /&gt;.16 seconds in Ottawa took a 5-4 lead.&lt;br /&gt;18:23 into the third period Buffalo tied the game 5-5.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so with a minute and .37 seconds left in the game, it's tied. Whatever, tie game.&lt;br /&gt;A minute and 2 seconds later ottawa takes the lead. So with 11 seconds left, it's 6-5 for Ottawa.&lt;br /&gt;Then buffalo scored. 6-6. I was like, ok so we can't hold a lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overtime, we gave up the puck 18 seconds in and their captain scored the winner, 7-6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a game, i thought. Amazing chances, goals here goals there back and forth until the cows came home. Then i thought so this means Buffalo is up 1-0 in our series. They need 3 more wins to take them past us into the third round. Thats' not too bad. So our goalie had a bad game, he'll do better. So we gave up the puck a LOT, that's ok cuz there's still a lot more hockey to play. And that was my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i opened TSN.ca and read lots of readers comments saying Ottawa will bomb and how our goalie doesn't belong in the NHL because of one performance. Then someone noted that it's not how you start it's how you finish. So ottawa lost the first game, SO WHAT?! I don't know why i'd post this, no one cares. It's just frustrating that people jump to the worst possible conclusion just because of one game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we'll take Game 2 i'm sure. We outplayed them in Game 1, and as long as we can stop giving it up so often, then we'll take some more! Anyway that's my rant. Hope you had fun reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and funny story i was watching the Simpsons while typing that and it has the BUS with Otto racing Marge in her car. And the bus is bouncing up and down and Milhouse states,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just like Speed 2 but in a bus instead of a boat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who doesn't get that..well..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And p.s if anybody asks, red white and gold are a few of Ottawas colours. Beef cuz i had something to say. LOL i only say this because i know their will be questions as to what was happening (re: Certain confusion over my last blog title..lol.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114696984693118193?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114696984693118193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114696984693118193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114696984693118193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114696984693118193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/05/red-white-goldand-beef.html' title='Red, white, gold...and beef.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114654138432098943</id><published>2006-05-01T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:43:04.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,Ian,Queen,King,Ace..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long story short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to do a lot of stuff at work today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said to my manager,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm almost a jack-of-all-trades!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Almost?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well my name is Ian.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114654138432098943?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114654138432098943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114654138432098943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114654138432098943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114654138432098943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/05/2345678910ianqueenkingace_01.html' title='..2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,Ian,Queen,King,Ace..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114625422285725707</id><published>2006-04-28T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:57:02.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New style</title><content type='html'>so today when i got out of the shower i was torn as to what to put on. Firslty i thought, i dont want to put on pants because its too hot out, but it's not quite shorts weather yet..so i grabbed pyjama pants. Could be considered pants but more comfortable and less warm hence their appeal. Then i was going to go shirtless but that was too cold but a tshirt was too constricting so i put on a stripped button up dress shirt but only did up like one button. So now i'm wearing plaid pyjama pants and a stripped button up dress shirt. And actually it's not as unstylish as one might think. And now i'm watching that fashion show, the one on City line, i should go on there. Sigh. That's my rant for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114625422285725707?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114625422285725707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114625422285725707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114625422285725707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114625422285725707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-style.html' title='New style'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114589613475707314</id><published>2006-04-24T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:28:54.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rev up the RED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so i won't make this one long as i'll make one longer with pictures and stuff but yesterday my dad and i drove to Ottawa to see the Sens and the Lightning do battle in Game 2 of their series. Ottawa lost a tough fought battle (see: Bad officiating) but it was possibly the most electrifying sports entertainment i've ever been to, sorry Mr. Johnson. Anyway i'll post in better detail when exams don't need to be studied for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114589613475707314?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114589613475707314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114589613475707314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114589613475707314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114589613475707314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/rev-up-red.html' title='Rev up the RED!!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114563550105325698</id><published>2006-04-21T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:05:01.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choke: F...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny moment worth sharing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Simpsons Spelling Bee Episode)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principal Skinner&lt;/strong&gt;: Milhouse, your word is choke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milhouse&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, i know this one, it's so easy, F...Ohhh man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughter Erupts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principal Skinner&lt;/strong&gt;: Stop laughing you'll scar him for life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughter Continues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/milhouse_1024.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/milhouse_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114563550105325698?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114563550105325698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114563550105325698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114563550105325698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114563550105325698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/choke-f.html' title='Choke: F...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114539003469765058</id><published>2006-04-18T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:53:54.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which episode is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurray for blonde moments! (Apparently batman tv shows and the movie are quite similar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked my boss the other day why it's called head and shoulders, and stated, and i quote, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You don't have hair on your shoulders!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i stopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dandruff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh i got some good news today, my humongous phone bill that i have to pay to kill &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off the phone and be free of bills is now at $33.91 to my surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm almost there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, i turn 21 on friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blue, happy 23rd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Megan, happy 22nd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twinkle happy something on the 22nd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jocelyn happy ____ on the 28th? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Dionne/Donna happy 22nd on saturday/june 20th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry, that wasn't a typo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so that's all i'm goign to say today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH no wait i turned my WMP into the Batman Begins skin. Looks awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Mary is my hero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.s if i missed any birthdays i'm sorry, too many to remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114539003469765058?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114539003469765058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114539003469765058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114539003469765058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114539003469765058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/which-episode-is-this.html' title='Which episode is this?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114496160531029068</id><published>2006-04-13T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:53:25.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gretzky, and another blonde moment.. (attempt #2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF24401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF24401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/oakley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/oakley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i got my beautiful L.A Kings vintage jersey signed by Gretzky himself. Isn't it beautiful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, i got my new oakleys. Those are them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, with sunglasses with lenses that tinted, i'm capable to "check out" girls wherever and they wouldn't be able to tell. Ya, that's right i admitted to it. However today i admittingly checked out a girl on the bus but i forgot i wasn't wearing the glasses and she caught me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is that blonde? Because i had just taken off the sunglasses but i thought they were still on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy was i red. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114496160531029068?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114496160531029068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114496160531029068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114496160531029068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114496160531029068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/gretzky-and-another-blonde-moment_13.html' title='Gretzky, and another blonde moment.. (attempt #2)'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114495883326344065</id><published>2006-04-13T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:07:13.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gretzky, and another blonde moment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114495883326344065?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114495883326344065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114495883326344065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114495883326344065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114495883326344065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/gretzky-and-another-blonde-moment.html' title='Gretzky, and another blonde moment..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114478938212521736</id><published>2006-04-11T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T17:03:42.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..Excellent..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/homer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/homer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"In 2007, the Greatest Hero in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;American History Leaps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;his Way onto the Silver Screen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114478938212521736?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114478938212521736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114478938212521736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114478938212521736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114478938212521736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/excellent.html' title='..Excellent..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114468126996680993</id><published>2006-04-10T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:01:10.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PLC Shout "Out"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, so i don't know how many people read this blog from my Pine Lake days but i'm going to do a little 'shout out' to a few of them. Earlier this week i was cleaning my room and came across an old jones bottle filled with rice and all over are signatures from camp. I had completely forgot about the bottle! Anyway, some names are rubbed off but here's a hey to who's hasn't!:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cocoa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Magoo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ringo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the General&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Polaris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Zippy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Squeaky&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tweety&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mapex&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Neo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Neelix&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Soda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kwak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Moose&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Skoch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bop&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Kiki&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nessie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Peaches&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fred&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Seven&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you're all doing good. Miss y'all a bunch, good times at PLC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114468126996680993?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114468126996680993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114468126996680993' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114468126996680993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114468126996680993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/plc-shout-out.html' title='PLC Shout &quot;Out&quot;'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114429844822382992</id><published>2006-04-06T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:40:48.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Least of our concerns..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my dad and i were on the way to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Future Shop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today to buy a universal remote control.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The problem is now we have 2 of them that are&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;identical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my room, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the family room.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; says,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"won't that get confusing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i responded, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Dad, you're talking to someone who tried to give you the telephone without actually having the telephone so i think that's the least of our concerns."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh i crack myself up sometimes (Sidebar: Is that a bad thing?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114429844822382992?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114429844822382992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114429844822382992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114429844822382992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114429844822382992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/least-of-our-concerns.html' title='Least of our concerns..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114418713645542086</id><published>2006-04-04T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:45:36.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life isn't as bad as i like to make it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, unlike most people i actually enjoy when dumb things happen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i have very good blonde moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a brunette. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So last night i borrowed the cordless phone to make a couple of calls so that i wouldnt have to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sit at the non cordless phone at my desk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this morning my dad coems in my room and wakes me up and asks me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the cordless phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my mind i grabbed the phone and held out my hand with my phone in it but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in reality i was lying in bed holding out my hand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which was fully open, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with no phone. And my dad just stood there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and waited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i was like what's he waiting for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i looked at my hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i kinda grumbled and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grabbed the phone and gave it to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why but it's moments like that that makes me realise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life isn't all that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ask any questions, it just does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to sleep more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114418713645542086?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114418713645542086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114418713645542086' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114418713645542086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114418713645542086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-isnt-as-bad-as-i-like-to-make-it.html' title='Life isn&apos;t as bad as i like to make it.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114349999469607625</id><published>2006-03-27T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:53:14.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>post 122</title><content type='html'>Thanks to someone who shall rename nameless (goes by bc) reminding me i haven't posted in a while i'm going to do one now. It will most likely be short but we'll see. Not a lot has been new, i've been doing this one movie a day thing and it's quite interesting really. I know whoever is reading this is probably thinking "What a waste of time!" How dare you. SHUT UP! No, really. It's not. Watching the same movies again helps me pick up on lines and quotes i didn't before and a few of them have really caught my attention. Their was one in particular. I have watched the movie 'Crash' many times. Many. But a line out of another movie sums up Crash the best, and here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from 'Cool Runnings':&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yul: &lt;em&gt;We're different. People always afraid of what's different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true. No matter what nation or colour or anything like that people don't liek difference. Sad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so nothing much is new in case you wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked my some Canadian geese today. About four. One of them looked at me and i swear i could hear him say, "Hey, a human! I hear they migrate south during winter..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South = Florida. *Waits* There ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i walked by a house and its alarm went off. Sigh. What's wrong with me? Is it my aura. It might be the aura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114349999469607625?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114349999469607625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114349999469607625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114349999469607625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114349999469607625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/03/post-122.html' title='post 122'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114236672619239323</id><published>2006-03-14T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:05:26.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer on Tap, Literally.</title><content type='html'>So i thought that this was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;, so i thought that i would share it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Beer flows from woman's kitchen taps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haldis Gundersen in Kristiandsund, Norway turned on her kitchen faucet this weekend and found the water had turned to beer, while two flights downstairs, employees and customers at the Big Tower Bar were horrified when water poured out of the beer taps.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on clumsy plumbing. Someone at the bar had accidentally hooked the beer hoses to the water pipes for Gundersen's apartment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Associated Press&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114236672619239323?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114236672619239323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114236672619239323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114236672619239323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114236672619239323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/03/beer-on-tap-literally.html' title='Beer on Tap, Literally.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114219428734636238</id><published>2006-03-12T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:13:16.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..in the deep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey i suggest everyone read these lyrics and if you havent heard the song, download it. Seriously. Great lyrics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie: Crash (Score)&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Bird York&lt;br /&gt;Song: In the Deep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thought you had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the answers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to rest your heart upon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but something happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't see it coming, now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can't stop yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now you're out there swimming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the deep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the deep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life keeps tumbling your heart in circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till you... let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till you shed your pride and you climb to heaven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you throw yourself off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now you're out there spinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the deep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the deep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the deep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the deep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now you're out there spinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now you're out there swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the deep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the deep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN THE SILENCE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALL YOUR SECRETS WILL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RAISE THEIR WEARY HEADS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WELL, YOU CAN"T PIN YOURSELF &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BACK TOGETHER WITH WHO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW YOU'RE OUT THERE LIVING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN THE DEEP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN THE DEEP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN THE DEEP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the deep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW YOU'RE OUT THERE SPINNING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW YOU'RE OUT THERE SWIMMING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW YOU'RE OUT THERE SPINNING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN THE DEEP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN THE DEEP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN THE DEEP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN THE DEEP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN THE DEEP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(if you want to be given everything, give everything up.)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/Crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/Crash.jpg" border="0" /&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/9194690-114219428734636238?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114219428734636238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114219428734636238' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114219428734636238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114219428734636238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-deep.html' title='..in the deep..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114170517222402173</id><published>2006-03-06T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:19:32.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..Words..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;DRUGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;ALCOHOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;VIOLENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;SWEARING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;ABUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;GAMBLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What word jumped out &lt;/strong&gt;AT&lt;strong&gt; you?&lt;/strong&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/9194690-114170517222402173?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114170517222402173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114170517222402173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114170517222402173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114170517222402173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/03/words.html' title='..Words..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114167783469180699</id><published>2006-03-06T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:43:54.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Call..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF0593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Ring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tough call to make..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Ring ring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camp or Shoppers Drug Mart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Ring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't know what to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Ring ring ring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tough call..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Ring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God what should i do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Ring ring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When will he answer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/new_store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/new_store.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114167783469180699?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114167783469180699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114167783469180699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114167783469180699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114167783469180699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/03/tough-call.html' title='Tough Call..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114150274193080776</id><published>2006-03-04T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:09:03.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The diming light..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/sadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/sadness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A door opens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A door closes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thud&lt;/span&gt; thud &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; don't come downstairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thud&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*pause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;thud thud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another creek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ray of light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A tear escapes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The door..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLAM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The light is gone..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Millions of children live in fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They shouldn't have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why i decided to write something like that. It just saddens me when i see shows like Oprah or Montel or Maury where kids are finally getting out the fear they had 20 some odd years ago about either abuse, bullying or any other varying ways that they are scared about. If you can do something to help anyone in situations like that, do it. Nobody should have to be held back from the light of knowing love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114150274193080776?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114150274193080776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114150274193080776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114150274193080776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114150274193080776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/03/diming-light.html' title='The diming light..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114132136856802972</id><published>2006-03-02T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:14:35.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Which provinces are these?" Contest!</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody so while i was flying to Alberta on the 15th i actaully had the chance to take pictures of a couple different provinces. I had to zoom a lot to get a good shot. Here are 3 provinces. If anyone can correctly identify all three, they might just get a prize! So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF1965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which are they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114132136856802972?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114132136856802972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114132136856802972' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114132136856802972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114132136856802972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/03/which-provinces-are-these-contest.html' title='&quot;Which provinces are these?&quot; Contest!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114116016128026785</id><published>2006-02-28T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:56:01.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns. No roses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/KSCG19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/KSCG19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a shooting range Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think a lot of people take guns for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their are an estimated 223 Million guns in the US right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In 1995, 68% of Murders were committed with a firearm, 56% with a handgun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Projected year when deaths from gunfire will surpass death from auto accidents: 2001"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Number of people killed by firearms every hour in America: 4"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Number of federal safety standars that apply to the manufacture of teddy bears: 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number of federal safety standards that apply to the manufacture of firearms: 0"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with that number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know why i decided to post on this, well i do but i dont know why i included all those numbers. When i first held that gun in my hand and heard the loud pops beside me it shuddered to think that somewhere in North America, 4 people died from similar pops that could easily come from guns exactly liek the one i held in my hand. I pulled the trigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*BAM*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pulled it again, twice this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*BAM BAM*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sure, i'm shooting at paper. But some people shoot at people. Isn't it sad what the world is coming to that in some places you get a gun for applying at a bank? You're basically saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Welcome to the Bank, Mr. Doe, Go Now and Kill."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's ridiculous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you don't know what i mean i seriously think you should go to a shooting range and how a magnum for your first time and fire it and notice the difference between that and a cap gun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It will blow you away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*BAM*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*BAM*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*BAM* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*BAM*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Four people dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that's North America, a safe country compared to some of the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When is it too much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/bullets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/bullets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next time you watch a movie or a television show and one person get's gunned down in the movie and you feel bad for that character, i urge you to think that during those 120 minutes that you are watching the movie, 480 people are gunned down, for real. And that's in one continent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How do you feel about it NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114116016128026785?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114116016128026785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114116016128026785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114116016128026785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114116016128026785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/guns-no-roses.html' title='Guns. No roses.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114107209745581875</id><published>2006-02-27T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:28:17.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Dunham</title><content type='html'>K so if you haven't heard of Jeff Dunham, you NEED to. He's an amazing ventriloquist, and I just watched my first clip of his last week and ive never laughed so hard in my entire life! Honestly, he's hilarious so i seriously suggest you download the video for this. The following picture is a few of his cast members:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/Jeff_Dunham_Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/Jeff_Dunham_Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter, Peanut and Jose the Jalapeno (on a stick) and Jeff in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;My new favourite, however, is Melvin the superhero. He's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: So let's compare you to a more well known superhero.&lt;br /&gt;Melvin: Ok like who?&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: What about superman?&lt;br /&gt;Melvin: Oh he's good&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: Well, can you stop a speeding bullet?&lt;br /&gt;*Pause*&lt;br /&gt;Melvin: Once&lt;br /&gt;*Audience Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Melvin: Shut up..it hurts like Hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114107209745581875?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114107209745581875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114107209745581875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114107209745581875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114107209745581875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/jeff-dunham.html' title='Jeff Dunham'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114100461442188536</id><published>2006-02-26T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:43:34.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome View (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF19791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF19791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114100461442188536?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114100461442188536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114100461442188536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114100461442188536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114100461442188536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/awesome-view-2.html' title='Awesome View (2)'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114092249491113664</id><published>2006-02-25T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:54:54.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/DSCF21801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/DSCF21801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need i say more? More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114092249491113664?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114092249491113664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114092249491113664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114092249491113664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114092249491113664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/awesome-view.html' title='Awesome View'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114062966294005122</id><published>2006-02-22T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:34:23.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monopoly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/monopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/monopoly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monopoly. There's been a little bit of a buzz going on about this little game lately so i thought i would quell a few rumours. Mary, should i end up playing you, i would destroy you. Or come very close. Last night, i played Laura and Matt at it, and Laura lasted 2 hours. After that Matt took a $18,000 lead and i almost dropped out but stormed back with some lucky roles to have a finishing total of $24,898. Just a taste of what you're up against. Seriously though mary, i wrote this for you it was SO exciting. At the end of the game ALL the property was hoteled. Matt had dark purple and red..i had the rest. It was SO fun! I can't wait to see what you got!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114062966294005122?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114062966294005122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114062966294005122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114062966294005122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114062966294005122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/monopoly.html' title='Monopoly'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114055299620928156</id><published>2006-02-21T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:16:36.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edmonton (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>So i decided i'd post about my past day. It was kinda fun. I'll start with watching House last night with Stefan. I've never watched that show before but it was really good so i think i might add that into my weekly routine of Monday night watching. Then we played a couple video games and then watched Ladder 49. Well at least i tried to, i lasted about 55 minutes then i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning i woke up eventually (as in it took me a few minutes to actually get going). And when i did stefan was watching the Canada/Czech game which we won (maybe not deservingly) 3-2. So that was cool. Then we watched the end of Ladder 49. It was a really good movie. Sure, i do think their cool have been more action but it was good none the less. Now i'm watching '3 Ninjas' (thats right, 3 Ninjas). I'm going to go and get stefan some food because his debit card is here and he's at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today laura is ocming over though..and then Magoo too. Tomorrow me and stefan are going to DHQ to have lunch with Brian Venables. Hopefully we still get to. Then thursday i dono what i'm doing yet except for going to band at night with stefan and laura. Friday i'm meeting with Alyson and the Ian and the Grande Prairie people so that should be a lot of fun. Saturday morning i'm going home! It's been fun! Still a few days left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Mary, monopoly is ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114055299620928156?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114055299620928156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114055299620928156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114055299620928156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114055299620928156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/edmonton-part-2.html' title='Edmonton (Part 2)'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-114041883050845727</id><published>2006-02-20T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T02:00:30.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edmonton</title><content type='html'>Hey, so now i'm in edmonton, and it's been TONS of fun. And then i was told to get off my lazy butt and blog by someone i just met (won't mention any names though, Courtney) so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i got to Edmonton wednesday morning and Stefan was there to pick me up. It had been a good flight in most ways, the guy i was sitting next to was really nice and he talked a lot, mostly about different travelling he's done. I don't mind listening to people like that in a 4 hour flight because it gets my mind off the fact that i'm hundreds of thousands of feet in the air. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was go to his job so he could check on a few things. I love his workplace so i didn't mind that whatsoever. Next we stopped into the bank and saw Mel, who i havent seen for at least 3 years so that was really good to see her and catch up even if only briefly. Then we came back here, watched Robin Williams and Mark Lowry and played monopoly. I won, as usual. (However, every other game we've played i.e Scene it? or Trivial Pursuit, i got my butt kicked so it evens out). Then Erin came over and we hung out some more and then went to my old job in Edmonton, Dairy Queen. We had some burgers then some blizzards then came home. Anyway so now onto thursday night, i went with Stefan and Laura to band and worship practice. So that was fun, met a couple new people and thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm..friday tried to go bowling but their was a long lineup so we went to Wendys which was fun. Then saturday i worked with Stefan at jersey city, got a couple new shirts and then went to young adults where a few of us played ball, we ate pizza then played Trivial Pursuit DVD and Shout about it Movies 3. Sunday went to edmonton temple and saw all my old friends and church goers which was awesome. Grabbed lunch, came here, watched Dawsons, then i went to the mall to try and get a relient k ticket but couldnt. Oh well guys have fun! Umm so tonight we watched a couple movies and here i am. Woo. And that's that. I'll update it later when the week is older! Happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-114041883050845727?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114041883050845727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=114041883050845727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114041883050845727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/114041883050845727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/edmonton.html' title='Edmonton'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113994060634692635</id><published>2006-02-14T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:10:06.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day? What's so special?</title><content type='html'>Ok so i have a few thoughts on this whole "Valentine's Day" extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i think Valentine's Day has been made too commercial. According to one of the varying myths on it's origin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl -- who may have been his jailor's daughter -- who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly, romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't need roses and chocolates, so why do we feel we need to? We don't. By buying flowers and chocolates we're not telling our love ones how much we love them, no, we are indeed telling Hallmark how much we love them by going along with their ridiculously priced merchandise with the promise of automatic love and woo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, reading a couple friends blogs i have to agree with them. Why do we feel like love just has to be concentrated on one person? It doesn't but because the word 'love' has been hoisted on such a high pedistle it's a hard word for most of our generation to just say if it's not meant in a romantic way. With the help of Hallmark, love has been changed from a feeling of affection towards anyone to a feeling of love for just one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, why do we feel like we have to put out extra amounts of this epidemic "love" on February 14th? That's silly. God wants us to love each other 24/365! So we should do that! I say, happy Valentine's YEAR! Love everyone! It's kind of interesting though, the word love is uttered a total of 262 times in the Bible, whereas it's counterpart "hate" is only used 83 times. I know this is kinda meaningless with the rest of my blog i just find it fascinating that God pushes the word love on us, love each other as love ourselves, love our neighbours, and all that..but yet we only seem to show this one day a year and only to select people. So my thing is, love everyone, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a few love quotes, just for fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/000682.html"&gt;Ambrose Bierce&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Love: a temporary insanity, curable by marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/001347.html"&gt;Amy Bloom&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/002210.html"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.Love never fails.I Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/000675.html"&gt;Don Byas&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You call it madness, but I call it love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_love.html"&gt;http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_love.html&lt;/a&gt; for the quotes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113994060634692635?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113994060634692635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113994060634692635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113994060634692635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113994060634692635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-whats-so-special.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day? What&apos;s so special?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113977002553213530</id><published>2006-02-12T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:47:05.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Hey, i saw this idea on a friend's blog so here goes. These movies were posted on imdb.com. They're the top 100 movies of all time, according to that website. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red movies i've seen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green movies i own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. CITIZEN KANE (1941)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. CASABLANCA (1942)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. THE GODFATHER (1972)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. GONE WITH THE WIND (1939)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. LAWRENCE OF ARABIA (1962)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. THE GRADUATE (1967)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. ON THE WATERFRONT (1954)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. SCHINDLER'S LIST (1993)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. SINGIN' IN THE RAIN (1952)&lt;br /&gt;11. IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE (1946)&lt;br /&gt;12. SUNSET BOULEVARD (1950)&lt;br /&gt;13. THE BRIDGE ON THE RIVER KWAI (1957)&lt;br /&gt;14. SOME LIKE IT HOT (1959)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. STAR WARS (1977)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. ALL ABOUT EVE (1950)&lt;br /&gt;17. THE AFRICAN QUEEN (1951)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. PSYCHO (1960)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. CHINATOWN (1974)&lt;br /&gt;20. ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST (1975)&lt;br /&gt;21. THE GRAPES OF WRATH (1940)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22. 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY (1968)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. THE MALTESE FALCON (1941)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24. RAGING BULL (1980)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25. E.T. THE EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL (1982)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. DR. STRANGELOVE (1964)&lt;br /&gt;27. BONNIE AND CLYDE (1967)&lt;br /&gt;28. APOCALYPSE NOW (1979)&lt;br /&gt;29. MR. SMITH GOES TO WASHINGTON (1939)&lt;br /&gt;30. THE TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE (1948)&lt;br /&gt;31. ANNIE HALL (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;32. THE GODFATHER PART II (1974)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HIGH NOON (1952)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;. TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT (1934)&lt;br /&gt;36. MIDNIGHT COWBOY (1969)&lt;br /&gt;37. THE BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES (1946)&lt;br /&gt;38. DOUBLE INDEMNITY (1944)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;39. DOCTOR ZHIVAGO (1965)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. NORTH BY NORTHWEST (1959)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;41. WEST SIDE STORY (1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. REAR WINDOW (1954)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;43. KING KONG (1933)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. THE BIRTH OF A NATION (1915)&lt;br /&gt;45. A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE (1951)&lt;br /&gt;46. A CLOCKWORK ORANGE (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;47. TAXI DRIVER (1976)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;48. JAWS (1975)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;49. SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS (1937)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50. BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID (1969)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. THE PHILADELPHIA STORY (1940)&lt;br /&gt;52. FROM HERE TO ETERNITY (1953)&lt;br /&gt;53. AMADEUS (1984)&lt;br /&gt;54. ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT (1930)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;55. THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. M*A*S*H (1970)&lt;br /&gt;57. THE THIRD MAN (1949)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;58. FANTASIA (1940)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;59. REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE (1955)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;60. RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK (1981)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. VERTIGO (1958)&lt;br /&gt;62. TOOTSIE (1982)&lt;br /&gt;63. STAGECOACH (1939)&lt;br /&gt;64. CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;65. THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS (1991)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. NETWORK (1976)&lt;br /&gt;67. THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE (1962)&lt;br /&gt;68. AN AMERICAN IN PARIS (1951)&lt;br /&gt;69. SHANE (1953)&lt;br /&gt;70. THE FRENCH CONNECTION (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;71. FORREST GUMP (1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. BEN-HUR (1959)&lt;br /&gt;73. WUTHERING HEIGHTS (1939)&lt;br /&gt;74. THE GOLD RUSH (1925)&lt;br /&gt;75. DANCES WITH WOLVES (1990)&lt;br /&gt;76. CITY LIGHTS (1931)&lt;br /&gt;77. AMERICAN GRAFFITI (1973)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;78. ROCKY (1976)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE DEER HUNTER (1978)&lt;br /&gt;80. THE WILD BUNCH (1969)&lt;br /&gt;81. MODERN TIMES (1936)&lt;br /&gt;82. GIANT (1956)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;83. PLATOON (1986)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. FARGO (1996)&lt;br /&gt;85. DUCK SOUP (1933)&lt;br /&gt;86. MUTINY ON THE BOUNTY (1935)&lt;br /&gt;87. FRANKENSTEIN (1931)&lt;br /&gt;88. EASY RIDER (1969)&lt;br /&gt;89. PATTON (1970)&lt;br /&gt;90. THE JAZZ SINGER (1927)&lt;br /&gt;91. MY FAIR LADY (1964)&lt;br /&gt;92. A PLACE IN THE SUN (1951)&lt;br /&gt;93. THE APARTMENT (1960)&lt;br /&gt;94. GOODFELLAS (1990)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;95. PULP FICTION (1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. THE SEARCHERS (1956)&lt;br /&gt;97. BRINGING UP BABY (1938)&lt;br /&gt;98. UNFORGIVEN (1992)&lt;br /&gt;99. GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER (1967)&lt;br /&gt;100. YANKEE DOODLE DANDY (1942)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen maybe 15. I don't own any. Does that say something about my taste in music or Imdb's knowledge of movies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113977002553213530?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113977002553213530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113977002553213530' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113977002553213530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113977002553213530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113950806660315745</id><published>2006-02-09T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:01:07.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adherency.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16396603&amp;postID=113892503399447667"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16396603&amp;amp;postID=113892503399447667&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to start this so i just will. Never in my 20 years of life have i been so offended by what a friend of mine posted on a blog. Yesterday i was told to check out a friends blog for his post on adherancy. Throughout, he makes some valid points, but some thinks that he says just are not necessary. Attack me if you want on this one, you really can, but i don't believe you have the right to say 80% of what you said. First of all, when you discuss the covenant you make it seem like people who take this covenant are NEVER going to sucuumb to those evils again. Seriously, have you never read or heard any testimonies? It happens all the time, covenant or adherant, it DOESNT matter people make mistakes, Satan tempts us all just no offence but whether or not you're an adherant and believe all the same things or have read some card in front of a bunch of people doesnt make a speck of difference. It doesn't make you "more" or "less" christian if you have or haven't read or agreed to the covenant and just the fact that you try and say that is truly offensive for me especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT a Senior Soldier *gasp* i have NOT taken the covenant *gasp* but i STILL believe what's ON the covenant *GASP* Wait, he said that's useless. Yes, thanks. I'm useless, my friends are useless, well, i'm glad YOU think so. Fortunately their are those of us who are less narrowminded and know that whether or not you take the covenant does not change how usefull you are to the Salvation Army. Yea, i don't go to some War College and proclaim to fight, yea i don't put on some tight collared suit every sunday morning. Yea, i sit at home and at church, in my own clothes and fight with prayer, i do what i can where i am. I don't feel that i'd be any more usefull at some school in Vancouver wearing a uniform. You're basically saying that you over there doing that or more useful than the rest of us. You may be right. Wait, no. You're wrong. Doing what you do, sure, is GREAT. It really is. But it's no GREATER than adherants who worship God every sunday morning but just don't feel they need to justify it by reading some card and putting on the uniform. Besides the fact whether or not adherants are less worthy, who are you to judge? Hi, is your name God? NO. You CANNOT sit there and make those judgement calls on other people. As i said in one of my comments on your post, judge not lest ye be judged. So unless you're claiming youre never going to fall to any kind of temptations or for example, watch any kind of movies that are questionable to what God would like you to watch, then don't say anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adherency is affiliation without commitment!" Ok..well. No, it's not. You're taking the word commitment way out of context on this one.  Adherents can commit to serving God without putting on that uniform and making those promises out loud. I know you're sitting there saying no they can't but they can, don't be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically all i'm saying is that their is something wrong with your belifes. I, as an adherent who's NOT useless, know i'll never be perfect but i'll stil strive to be a better person and share my beliefs with others. You seem like you think by signing the covenant that you ARE perfect, and that your uniform is the only way people will listen to you. Grow up. The covenant is really a glorified way to show people the commitment you made. I'd rather quietly make a commitment but tell otehrs about it with my enthusiasm. I don't need to wear a uniform to do that. NOBODY does. Yes, your statements are BOLD. But sooner or later we have to draw the line between BOLD and BULL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113950806660315745?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113950806660315745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113950806660315745' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113950806660315745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113950806660315745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/adherency.html' title='Adherency.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113917156764376153</id><published>2006-02-05T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T15:32:47.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Ok, so i got tagged. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs I've Had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Counsellor at Pine Lake (Cluster 3, and Skoch, YOU did everything? Come on..lol)&lt;br /&gt;2. Grill boy at Dairy Queen&lt;br /&gt;3. Sports Director at Wabana&lt;br /&gt;4. Cashier at Shoppers Drug Mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies i can watch repeatidly:&lt;br /&gt;1. Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;2. X2&lt;br /&gt;3. Hot Shots Part Deux&lt;br /&gt;4. The Italian Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places i lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ottawa&lt;br /&gt;2. England&lt;br /&gt;3. Edmonton&lt;br /&gt;4. Toronto (Current)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four T.V Shows i Love:&lt;br /&gt;1. the Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;2. the O.C&lt;br /&gt;3. 24&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I've Vacationed:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spain&lt;br /&gt;2. Scotland&lt;br /&gt;3. France&lt;br /&gt;4. Montreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Sites i Visit Daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.tsn.ca"&gt;www.tsn.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.nhl.com"&gt;www.nhl.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://skochscorner.blogspot.com"&gt;http://skochscorner.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (Shameless plug, i know)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.hotmail.com"&gt;www.hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Place's I'd rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. At a hockey game&lt;br /&gt;2. Barbados or somewhere warm&lt;br /&gt;3. West Edmonton Mall&lt;br /&gt;4. Anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four People I'm tagging:&lt;br /&gt;..enough people have been tagged, i refuse to endure this any further..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113917156764376153?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113917156764376153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113917156764376153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113917156764376153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113917156764376153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113805939120761187</id><published>2006-01-23T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:36:31.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture "Perfect"</title><content type='html'>Hah..what a play on words..anyway i need people to vote on which of my self invoked pictures is best. I'll post maybe 6. I don't know..i had to omuch time on my hands yesterday. Here's some (with captions too. Oh yeah, i'm a loser):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/Image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/Image0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babyface...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/Image0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/Image0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the chin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/Image0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/Image0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the blue eyed man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/Image0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/Image0142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the man who wasn't there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/Image0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/Image0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the thinking man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/Image0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/Image0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and finally...the CRAZY man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113805939120761187?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113805939120761187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113805939120761187' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113805939120761187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113805939120761187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture &quot;Perfect&quot;'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113769390013553607</id><published>2006-01-19T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:05:00.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which title should i chose?</title><content type='html'>Hi people. So i've decided if nothing else works out in life i'm going to open one of two fast food chains of restaurants and i need your opinion in telling me what is cooler, "Curry in a Hurry" or "Thai on the Fly"? I mean they both sound kind of cool i'm just trying to decide what would get the most business. So what do you think? Let me know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113769390013553607?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113769390013553607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113769390013553607' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113769390013553607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113769390013553607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/which-title-should-i-chose.html' title='Which title should i chose?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113754799534131917</id><published>2006-01-17T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T20:38:30.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Go Sponge Rangers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/x1ph4UkM-Se4atbILg7G-VXVypx9XiGaO4zaag0QLyowVc45ye9-oWIdD54_eUpzUJVh6KIL0QrvNmicYmqQbV-W8Iifiv4sMCsxF6hzotI8v4oq4m9o9m0xiAhQecI4cVEkheK7mHf7sk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/x1ph4UkM-Se4atbILg7G-VXVypx9XiGaO4zaag0QLyowVc45ye9-oWIdD54_eUpzUJVh6KIL0QrvNmicYmqQbV-W8Iifiv4sMCsxF6hzotI8v4oq4m9o9m0xiAhQecI4cVEkheK7mHf7sk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113754799534131917?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113754799534131917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113754799534131917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113754799534131917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113754799534131917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/go-go-sponge-rangers.html' title='Go Go Sponge Rangers!!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113709562149033027</id><published>2006-01-12T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:53:41.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is for you Skoch.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/pinkbelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/pinkbelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Kiddies. That's my handprint. One slap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113709562149033027?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113709562149033027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113709562149033027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113709562149033027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113709562149033027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-101.html' title='Blog 101'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113708828887674670</id><published>2006-01-12T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T12:51:28.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>Personally funny moment today on the bus. For most people this isn't funny at all..but for some odd reason it gave me quite a good chuckle. As everyone knows, all along the streets their are signs for politics, on seems like every lawn now. Here's a general run down of the different signs i saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberal, Liberal, Liberal, Conservative, Liberal, Conservative, Conservative, NDP. Liberal, Conservative, NDP, Liberal, Liberal, Liberal, Liberal, Liberal, Conservative, Conservative, Liberal, NDP, NDP. Conservative, Conservative, Liberal, For Sale, Conservative, Liberal, NDP, Conservative, Conservative, Liberal, Liberal, Liberal, NDP, Conservative, Conservative, Liberal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one represents a lawn. Isn't it funny that while the nation watches in wonder as tempers flare from Harper to Martin that a For Sale sign is funny? I don't know, might not be funny but it kinda gave me a chuckle to note that while 40 or so houses were labelled with vote for him or so on and so forth, their are always one or two that just don't care, they just want to sell their houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is my 100th post. Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113708828887674670?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113708828887674670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113708828887674670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113708828887674670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113708828887674670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113685188475106040</id><published>2006-01-09T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:11:24.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marks, Madagascar and 37 Days!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so i haven't really updated this in a while so i think i might just do that. Not a lot has happened since i last blogged. I got my first semester marks back, didn't do so great but i'm ok with the marks for my first semester of college. All C's except for one D+ and a fail. So i'm going to try even harder this semester to bump those up to maybe a couple B's, a couple C's, and a fail. Just kidding. No fails this time around. I'm determined! Also, i chose a new favourite movie. Well actually this movie ties A Walk to Remember for first (dont laugh). It's tied with...*drumrole*...Madagascar. I accidentally watched a bit of it when my nephew was up and i laughed my butt off. So i watched it fully that night, and again the next day, twice. I have honeslty never enjoyed a movie so much in my life. From the Melman, to the penguins, to the lemurs, it's truly a great movie. Especially King Julian. But i'd have to say my favourite quote from the whole movie is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: Where are the People?&lt;br /&gt;Penguin: We killed them and ate their livers. Gotcha there didn't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the penguins. Psychotic or not. Also, i'm going to edmonton for 10 days in 37 days. Very excited, sounds like their might be a tourists day at WEM with the GP folk so i'm stoked!! Anyway it's good to be blogging. Wow..this is my 99th post. One more and im' THERE! (To 100. Obviously..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113685188475106040?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113685188475106040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113685188475106040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113685188475106040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113685188475106040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/marks-madagascar-and-37-days.html' title='Marks, Madagascar and 37 Days!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113504095829074113</id><published>2005-12-19T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:11:09.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tens of Thousands of light..</title><content type='html'>Usually around about November i'm ready for Christmas. That wasn't the case this year. This year i didn't really get excited for christmas until about a week ago. I decided to put up Christmas lights while my parents were out and i did so alla Clark Griswold (pictured below) with a staple gun. Nothing quite says christmas like him on the roof of his house putting up his lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s If theres any confusion as to who this man is and what he's doing, watch National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Trust me. Watch it!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/Griswold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/Griswold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113504095829074113?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113504095829074113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113504095829074113' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113504095829074113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113504095829074113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/tens-of-thousands-of-light.html' title='Tens of Thousands of light..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113469608811485581</id><published>2005-12-15T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:21:28.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer..</title><content type='html'>Ok so many of you misunderstood what i meant by my previous blog. I wasn't looking for guesses as to where i saw these people as much as the situation they were in. Anyway, for those of you who said on a bus, you were right. But for me it wasn't important that they were on the bus..but twhat they all did on the bus that touched me. When the bus stopped outside the CNIB, a blind person got on, obviously. For those who don't know what CNIB is...it stands for Canadian National Institute for the Blind. Lots of people on the bus so it looked like a difficult situation would arise. Firstly, the elderly woman helped the blind woman towards a nice group of people in the bus, and the business man helped clear the way. Upon seeing this, a big and tlal basketball player cleared his throat and offered his seat to the woman.&lt;br /&gt;To some this might not seem liek a big deal, but it was quite a sight to see. Pre-Christmas spirit. HURRAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113469608811485581?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113469608811485581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113469608811485581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113469608811485581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113469608811485581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/answer.html' title='The answer..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113460732903655036</id><published>2005-12-14T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:42:09.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A business man, an elderly woman and a basketball player..</title><content type='html'>Ok, my question to you is..what kind of situation in our world today would i have seen this small collection of people? I'm looking for your honest feed back, as the reason behind this is to see what kind of environments people would most expect to see business people, elderly people and big black basketball players all in the same situation. I will post the answer after i get some feedback on what you all think. Hope to hear from some of you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113460732903655036?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113460732903655036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113460732903655036' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113460732903655036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113460732903655036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/business-man-elderly-woman-and.html' title='A business man, an elderly woman and a basketball player..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113457602306753925</id><published>2005-12-14T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:00:23.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 9: If i could be a player for the Toronto Maple Leafs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WOULDN'T!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/leaf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/leaf.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...BURN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113457602306753925?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113457602306753925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113457602306753925' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113457602306753925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113457602306753925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/part-9-if-i-could-be-player-for.html' title='Part 9: If i could be a player for the Toronto Maple Leafs..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113448821224658011</id><published>2005-12-13T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:36:52.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 8: If i could be a ninja turtle..i'd be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/raph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/raph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;RAPHAEL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean come on. His name, his attitude, his stabby stabby things i think are by far the coolest attributes therefore making him the best out of the 4 ninja turtles. Disagree if you will, and if you will, tell me why. Oh and yes i know Matt i cant remember what his stabby stabby things are called but i'm sure you will tell me!!&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/9194690-113448821224658011?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113448821224658011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113448821224658011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113448821224658011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113448821224658011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/part-8-if-i-could-be-ninja-turtleid-be.html' title='Part 8: If i could be a ninja turtle..i&apos;d be..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113444721674101818</id><published>2005-12-12T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:13:36.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 7: If i could be a wheel..i'd be a..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FERRIS WHEEL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/Ferris%20Wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/Ferris%20Wheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok think about this for a second. Arguably the biggest wheel in the world, i think. Except the London Eye in England..its massive compared to the normal ferris wheel but i'm sure their are some pretty big ferris wheels. Anyway, yea. I'd be a ferris wheel..what about the rest of you??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113444721674101818?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113444721674101818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113444721674101818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113444721674101818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113444721674101818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/part-7-if-i-could-be-wheelid-be.html' title='Part 7: If i could be a wheel..i&apos;d be a..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113439287381931859</id><published>2005-12-12T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:07:53.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 6: If i could be an animal..i'd be an..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/armadillo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/armadillo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;ARMADILLO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean look at it. It's the epitomy of the perfect animal. Not only is it "kind of" cute and cuddly, but it's self defense mechanism is second to none. This animal, unlike others, rolls itself into a ball in it's own hard shell to not only defend against others but also roll around freely. Fancy, eh? Oh and it keeps out aliens from reading your brain waves, or something along those lines. So, animals, what would YOU be? Answers welcome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113439287381931859?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113439287381931859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113439287381931859' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113439287381931859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113439287381931859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/part-6-if-i-could-be-animalid-be.html' title='Part 6: If i could be an animal..i&apos;d be an..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113427679715869735</id><published>2005-12-10T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:53:17.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 5: If i could be a chair..i'd be a..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/lazyboy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/lazyboy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LAZY BOY"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I picked this one for the pun. Plus it's a great chair. And you would be..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113427679715869735?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113427679715869735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113427679715869735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113427679715869735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113427679715869735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/part-5-if-i-could-be-chairid-be.html' title='Part 5: If i could be a chair..i&apos;d be a..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113417561560532508</id><published>2005-12-09T18:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T19:46:55.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4.5: If i could be a skittle..i'd be a..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YELLOW ONE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/skittles1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/skittles1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wasn't planning on doing a blog about Skittles, i really wasn't. I know people are probably rolling my eyes that i do blogs like this but come on people, if you don't like it don't read it. But some people enjoy responding to this so deal with it. Haha anyway the next part of my blog series is about chairs but something interesting happened at the bus stop today so i decided to do an interval between 4 and 5 to tell you about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason i chose Yellow out of all the rest is because it is the most resillient. Here's why. I was at the bus stop today, waiting for the bus and eating my skittles when i decided to reactivate an old game i used to play called "Crush the Skittle". In this game the objective is to throw numerous skittles onto the road into on coming traffic and see what happens. So i switched it today and made it into a survival game and wanted to see what colour could outlast the others. Clearly, by the title of this blog you know yellow won. Oh, and HOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After green and red were demolished by cars, orange was next. It took the axe when a mini came by and crushed it into millions of pieces. Purple almost didnt get crushed at all because it got clipped by a car and was heading towards the snowbank when another car crushed it. It basically blew up in front of my eyes. Yellow on the other hand, was doing well. First a car clipped its side but it didnt even move. Secondly, and no joke htis is honest to goodness fact people, the Yellow skittle withstood a bus driving over it. BOTH the front AND the back wheel rolled over it but it was still in one piece. Oh and then i got on the bus so i don't know what happened to the little skittle, haha i rhymed. Anyway i don't know how many of you are groaning because you think this is corny but i thought it was amazing that such a little piece of candy can with stand such amazing odds. ANd i don't know why but going into exams that gave me a lot of hope that if a skittle can withstand a bus, i can withstand an exam. So, what kind of skittle would YOU be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113417561560532508?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113417561560532508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113417561560532508' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113417561560532508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113417561560532508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/part-45-if-i-could-be-skittleid-be.html' title='Part 4.5: If i could be a skittle..i&apos;d be a..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113412000656416261</id><published>2005-12-09T04:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T04:20:06.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4: If i could be a Simpsons character..i'd be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/GPW.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/GPW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROUNDSKEEPER WILLY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reason: Well. It's Groundskeeper Willy. One of the most underrated Simpsons characters out there today. This guy is not only fashionable with his suspenders but i don't know if anyone ELSE has noticed..but when he says things..they're Golden. Like the "football" Nelson throws him when Lisa likes Nelson, and nobody likes Milhouse? Come on that's Gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Moment: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Willy: Now go run home to your shack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa: I live in a House!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Willy: Oh well Lawdy-Daw college girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why that's my favourite it's just another thing Groundskeeper Willy says that makes me crackle up like you wouldn't believe. Anyway now that people got the hang of this i want to know who you'd want to be..and why..like the reason, like i did. And also i don't want you to just think up a character and that's it. I want a favourite moment! Not word by word but general gist. Alright, GO FOR IT! Rock on. It's 4:18a.m. and my essays done. GOODNIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113412000656416261?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113412000656416261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113412000656416261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113412000656416261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113412000656416261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/part-4-if-i-could-be-simpsons.html' title='Part 4: If i could be a Simpsons character..i&apos;d be..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113401718549400650</id><published>2005-12-07T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:46:27.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3: If i could be a pane of glass..i'd be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;A TWO WAY MIRROR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/twowaymirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/twowaymirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a two way mirror (Thanks Dionne). I mean honestly..imagine the fun you could have..that plant doesnt even know it's being watched..although it's kinda scary to think how many mirrors ive looked into and picked my nose..imagine who can see me..anyway..if YOU could be ANY pane of glass ANYWHERE..what would you be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113401718549400650?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113401718549400650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113401718549400650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113401718549400650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113401718549400650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/part-3-if-i-could-be-pane-of-glassid.html' title='Part 3: If i could be a pane of glass..i&apos;d be..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113393176330978749</id><published>2005-12-06T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:09:53.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2: If i could be a muppet, i'd be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i'm starting this new thing i'm calling "if i could be" and every couple days i'm going to blog a new thing that i'd be. So respond with what you'd be of what i post. Today is muppet. If i could be a muppet, i'd be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pepe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/Pepe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/Pepe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on, look at the hair..and the voice..LOVE it. And just to express now i'm not attempting to say i am like or act like any of these things, they just interest me. So if you were a muppet, which one would YOU be? Comments welcome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113393176330978749?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113393176330978749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113393176330978749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113393176330978749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113393176330978749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/part-2-if-i-could-be-muppet-id-be.html' title='Part 2: If i could be a muppet, i&apos;d be...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113375760525641620</id><published>2005-12-04T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:11:06.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1: If i could be a Superhero, i'd be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/colossus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/colossus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLOSSUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height:&lt;/strong&gt; (normal) 6 ft. 6 in. (armored) 7 ft. 5 in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt; (normal) 250 lbs. (armored) 500 lbs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyes:&lt;/strong&gt; Blue, (transformed) Silver &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair:&lt;/strong&gt; Black &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strength Level:&lt;/strong&gt; In his normal human form Peter Rasputin possesses the normal human strength of a man of his age, height, and build who engages in intensive regular exercise. As Colossus he can left (press) at least 70 tons under optimal conditions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Known Superhuman Powers:&lt;/strong&gt; Colossus is a mutant with the superhuman ability to convert the tissue of his entire body into an organic steel-like substance, granting him superhuman strength and a high degree of resistance to bodily harm. This substance, resembling organic steel, is of unknown composition but appears to be analogous to osmium and to carbon steel. He is able to transform into this armor-like state at will (the process is virtually instantaneous) and remain in that form for an as yet undetermined amount of time. (The longest time he has remained in armored form so far has been five days). Once in his armored form he remains so until he consciously wills himself back to normal. If he is rendered unconscious, however, he spontaneously reverts to his normal form. While in his armored state, Colossus possesses the same degree of mobility that he does in his normal form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to MarvelDirectory.com for the info..but the real question is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who would YOU be..leave comments i'm interested! And please don't every girl pick WonderWoman. She isn't even that great..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113375760525641620?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113375760525641620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113375760525641620' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113375760525641620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113375760525641620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/part-1-if-i-could-be-superhero-id-be.html' title='Part 1: If i could be a Superhero, i&apos;d be...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113372373177509940</id><published>2005-12-04T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T15:27:35.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology.</title><content type='html'>Ok, now i don't know how to word this. But to anyone i've ever hurt or annoyed with any of my actions, i'm sorry. You guys don't deserve the attitude i sometimes dish out so i apologise. Luckily for you guys i'm not going to be around much in the new semester. So you guys won't have to put up with my occasional nuissance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random sidenote: I found italian sausages in my freezer. They aren't THAT small when they're cold, either..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113372373177509940?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113372373177509940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113372373177509940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113372373177509940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113372373177509940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/apology.html' title='Apology.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113368043891667240</id><published>2005-12-04T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:13:58.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>an interesting thing happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it kinda coincides with last night. On the way home from Wendy's with jordan and ray jordan asked who sang the song, "bad day". Never having heard of the song before, i brushed it off as an i don't know..knowing full well i'd either check that night or today. Those kind of questions bug me. Like things i don't know, i think it's like an inferiority complex or something. So this afternoon i googled it..and came up with Bad Day, by David Powter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See lyrics here: &lt;a href="http://www.letssingit.com/?/daniel-powter-bad-day-jcs62pq.html"&gt;http://www.letssingit.com/?/daniel-powter-bad-day-jcs62pq.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One line caught my attention: So where is the passion when you need it the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking. Where is MY passion where i need it the most? Is it in the bible? I don't know. Is it in prayer? I don't know. All i know is it's in God. But sometimes knowing something you need is in God isn't enough. Often throughout life we just tag the whole, when i need him i can just turn to God. If i don't need it tohugh, he can just wait. That's not fair people, God doesn't want us to come to him when we need him most. He wants us to come to him ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i came to a conclusion...recently i've been in a lull. And i couldn't figure out why. Like i couldnt seem to get happy. And i realised, i AM happy i just don't know it. I'm too busy waiting for the lull to happen so that God can help me fix it! Then, when i have a good day i'm just waiting for the lull. I should start praising GOD for good days too! Forget waiting for a bad day to pray to him, why not pray in joy. Pray becaues i'm happy! I can't expect a good day to go bad, or IT WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i take this one day at a time, thank God for the good uns and pray to God because of the stress of the bad uns..i'm taking the right steps. But let me ask you this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the passion when YOU need it most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113368043891667240?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113368043891667240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113368043891667240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113368043891667240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113368043891667240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113318642795208304</id><published>2005-11-28T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T09:00:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting way too start..</title><content type='html'>Hello again! I haven't really blogged in a while, mainly because nothing interesting has really happened. Spent the weekend hanging out with friends basically. Friday night after school i took the bus to a Di's, and it took 2 hours, SOoooooo long. From there we went and watched Daryl's hockey game. Again, the arena was pretty cold but i think it was warmer than the one from 2 weeks ago. Well it was for me at least. Saturday i worked until 7 then went with Daryl to get dionne and donna, went to ray's, then met the others, played Mad Gab, went to Wendy's, then a few of us went to matt's, played cards then watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I got home at 4am. So anyway sunday i went to church then slept then read then went to Halsey's with Ray to watch Desperate Housewives and Grey's anatomy. Don't you laugh! It's good shows. Anyway, yea. So that brings me to this morning. I got a ride halfway..then bussed the rest of the way to school and when i got off the bus and went to cross the street to start my trek to school i'm almost got smoked by a truck who ripped by me..if i didnt stop to check the time i'd be road kill. But i stopped, wanted to know if i was late yet. I wasn't. Thats all. I'll update later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113318642795208304?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113318642795208304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113318642795208304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113318642795208304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113318642795208304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/interesting-way-too-start.html' title='Interesting way too start..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113275381906970617</id><published>2005-11-23T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:50:19.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got-dang, man, between ol' Girl Scout cookies and the band candy, it never ol' stop, man</title><content type='html'>So my laptop crashed.&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately, in this case, the situation didn't end with Sandra Bullock realising that she's always mad, all the time. This situation ended with me losing everything. Oh yes kids, everything. Music, movies, pictures, and, last but not least as its most likely of highest importance, is school files. Luckily, not half an hour before the crash, i had sent away a 14 page essay to my Youth Min teacher. So, basically speaking if i had slept half an hour longer, or if i had done ANYTHING different..oh nelly i'd be sorry. I would have had to re write 14 pages of essay. Wooooooooooie. That woulda sucked. So that's one thing that's new. Other than that there's not a huge lot going on. Kettles started so that's what i'm doing this Thursday night. Then i'll probably swing by TDI cuz kettles is over at 9:00 so i sohuld be back after that. Anyway, yea, thats all. Doooooooo eeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113275381906970617?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113275381906970617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113275381906970617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113275381906970617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113275381906970617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/got-dang-man-between-ol-girl-scout.html' title='Got-dang, man, between ol&apos; Girl Scout cookies and the band candy, it never ol&apos; stop, man'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113267706658305182</id><published>2005-11-22T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:31:06.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, guess what.</title><content type='html'>Hey, guess what.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Matt and Dionne. I don't know who actually reads my blog or theirs but they're saying is very true. Ok over the last few months, things have just fallen apart. People have stopped talking to other people, things have been said, rifts have been made, walls have been put up. I, for one, am sorry to the three people who the wall i put up might have hurt at one point or another. At the time i didn't really know what i was doing and i was just like whatever so started feeling things like grudges that i just shouldn't have felt and for that i'm sorry. I'm pretty sure you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, this is to the one person who probably won't read this. For people who are reading this i just ask maybe mention to him to give it a read. I'm not going to mention a name because that's just 7th grade. Alright, so, i said something. I did something i shouldn't have done. I broke that covetted rule of what you just don't say and i'm sorry. Whether or not what i said was true or not at the time, which we could argue about until the cows came home man, that's irrelevant. I shouldn't always speak my mind and i know that now. Whether i have opinions about people or things to say that doesn't mean they need to be said. Now i know if you're reading this you really hate my guts and you know what, thats fine. Hate my guts. But we can still hang out as a group theres no reason to hate me on the outside man, we could just pretend everything's fine. Frankly, whether or not it's fine, i'm tired of not hanging out with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like dionne said, i miss the football games, the Xbox, cranium, battle of the sexes, whatever, everything, i miss it. It was so much fun back in the day, and would be fun now we just need, as matt said, to break down the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to anyone who i've upset or gotten pissed at me, i'm sorry. If you still have beef, talk to me about it. We're getting to be that age now where we can talk about this stuff man to man. Anyway, i think everyone gets the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113267706658305182?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113267706658305182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113267706658305182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113267706658305182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113267706658305182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-guess-what.html' title='Hey, guess what.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113215354893304729</id><published>2005-11-16T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:05:48.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The good deed..</title><content type='html'>So, one of those rare occassions happened today on my walk to the bus stop. I went into one of those corner stores to buy a Sprite. It came to $1.79 and i paid with a $5 bill. So she gave me $3.21 back but instead of 2 dimes and a penny she gave me a dime, a penny, and a TTC token. Now usually i'd be like sweet free token. But, realising her mistake outside the store, i went back inside and asked for a dime instead. I dono why that made me feel so good, but it did. Yea. Thats it. Who else has ever gotten a TTC token and not a dime? And what did you do? Honest answers people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113215354893304729?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113215354893304729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113215354893304729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113215354893304729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113215354893304729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-deed.html' title='The good deed..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113197858348240033</id><published>2005-11-14T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:29:43.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian needs..</title><content type='html'>So i saw this really dumb idea..google your name and "needs" and blog the first 10 things that pop up..kinda dumb i know and such but i was bored and its kidna fun so heres mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian needs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. to start wearing NIN shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. an old man's cane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a raise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. someone to let a whole lot of sunshine into his affairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. to be tarred and feathered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. to grow a beard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. to know if the same sort of change occurring in one place on Antarctica is simultaneously occurring elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. a large movement of lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. urgent medical attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113197858348240033?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113197858348240033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113197858348240033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113197858348240033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113197858348240033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/ian-needs.html' title='Ian needs..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113197629183296515</id><published>2005-11-14T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:51:31.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been...One Week...</title><content type='html'>Hmm..a week of no blogging.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like every day i opened "My Blog" link..and closed it. Some of the time i even started blogging..then stopped, and closed it, finding nothing fulfilling to say. So i just didnt say anything. So anyway, onto today.&lt;br /&gt;I was standing at the bus stop by York Mills and Bayview (my parents took me half-way-ish),  when i saw a bunch of small grey birds on one of the telephone wires. Just flying out then coming back, nothing big. And usually birds don't really give me things to ponder, but amongst all the little grey birds, there was one even littler pure white bird. Not a shade of another colour anywhere on his small, fragile body. Just a little pure white bird. And then i got on thinking of Jesus, the difference he made on the world. Now, i don't completely understand why white is always tied in with our heavenly father, but i'm guessing its got a lot to do with purity. Anyway, so instead of thinking anything demeaning of their only being one white bird, i tried not to sell it short. Who knows what kind of affect that one bird could have. Anyway i'm not making any sense so i'll blog later when i figure this out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113197629183296515?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113197629183296515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113197629183296515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113197629183296515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113197629183296515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-beenone-week.html' title='Its Been...One Week...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113138898056887141</id><published>2005-11-07T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:43:00.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CatDog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/catdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/catdog.jpg" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, so if you've never seen the show cat dog..you should get out more often. Hahah just kidding but if you haven't...here's a small plot outline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot Summary for "CatDog" (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/Sections/Years/1998"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life and times of a cat and a dog with a unique twist: they're connected, literally. They share one body with a Dog's head at one end and Cat's head on the other. Adding to their dilemma is Cat's annoyance with Dog, mainly caused by Dog's stupidity and Cat's up-tight personality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Half dog, half cat, no mess. What a wonderful world eh? Not quite. If you think about the sheer dilemna this creation goes through..it would be pretty tough. I, for example, have often been dragged into 2 different directions, wanting to do 2 different things..but, being but one person, can't go both ways unless i would have been ripped in half. And well, like catdog, i wouldn't wish that upon anyone. I've been the "cat" before..up-tight and wanting everything done perfectly. I've also been the "dog" before..not always stupid but kinda laid back and in a whatever attitude. Well, as long asi  dont have 2 heads. I don't exaclty know what i'm saynig by all this..just i guess..if you're ever torn about what to do..and which part of you to listen to..just be glad you don't have 2 heads which are both animals..oh and its a good show. Thats originally why i posted the photo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113138898056887141?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113138898056887141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113138898056887141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113138898056887141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113138898056887141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/catdog.html' title='CatDog'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113130882533691388</id><published>2005-11-06T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T15:27:05.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>17 years later..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/2005_1106Image0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/2005_1106Image0006.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............Some things &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; change!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113130882533691388?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113130882533691388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113130882533691388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113130882533691388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113130882533691388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/17-years-later.html' title='17 years later..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113113047906285378</id><published>2005-11-04T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:54:39.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..75..and still going strong..</title><content type='html'>Alright..so this my 75th post. Which, honestly, is WAY more than i thought i'd ever do. WAY more. I thought i'd be done at 10, not to mention like 4. But 75! Anyway, thats somewhat irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;I need to address a few things. Amy, thanks! Lol. You're like..for what? That song you played as your theme song..i've been listening to it ALL morning, jiving and grooving to its beat. And the lyrics are great. Yes. GREAT song. And for some reason it moved me to download Michael Buble..oh wait maybe it was Dionne's song that moved me to do that. Anyway. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;So, my question of the post is..what's in a name? Stupid question you might think..but i have a reason for asking i really do. Up until i moved back to Alberta in 2001, i went by Ian, as Ian was my name. And i hated it. Ian's such a plain name. Like, one syllable? Come on. Why couldn't my name have been Emilio, Antonio, or even Steve. I'd even settle for Kyle. But Ian, is, as i was told through school, such a nerdy name. So i didn't really like it. Then when i started working at Pine Lake i adapted a "Nickname"..Austin. Because at the time i had a british accent the staff at camp and the campers who arrived week by week used this moniker for me. I was, Austin Powers. I never realised this would stretch out into the year. Friends, parents, colleagues, Austin was my name. Even if i wasn't at camp. ANd i loved it, it took away from the bland "Ian" so that was cool. After a while though i kind of got tired of it to be honest, longing just to have a normal name, not like a fun name that people enjoyed saying because it was the "cool" thing to do. So when i moved to Toronto i started getting called Ian again..and that was cool. And then i worked at camp, and developed a new moniker for a new camp. Kramer it is. So i figured, heck thats a name that'll stick to only camp like everyone else's. But again, all year, Kramer it was. So i was just like whatever, that's cool. But now, after my second summer, i'm finally getting called Ian. By friends, parents, everyone. Ian is my name. Sure theres the occassional Kramer reference but i guess i never fully appreciated how what yoru name is describes who you are. Neither Austin or Kramer really is me, just a name i developed and people stuck with it. But i'm Ian, and i will forever be Ian. And if it weren't for the select few people who never called me Kramer but stuck to Ian..i don't think it would have ever made the transfer to being Ian away from camp instead of kramer EVERYWHERE. Anyway, yea, thats my rant. Ian. I like that. Not as nerdy as i thought. Shut up ok it is nerdy but i dont mind anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas..err..not yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113113047906285378?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113113047906285378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113113047906285378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113113047906285378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113113047906285378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/75and-still-going-strong.html' title='..75..and still going strong..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113105260534586237</id><published>2005-11-03T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T16:16:45.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok here we go!</title><content type='html'>Here you go..a WHOLE Bunch of movie quotes jumbled together. Please do your best to get as many as you want but don't go searching any of them..like matt theres a couple if you get i'll KNOW you searched it. Lol. So here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse.Do you expect me to talk? No i expect you to die. After all, tomorrow is another day. Move ya bloomin' arss! Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous. I'm a failure..because i haven't got a brain! Do you prefer fashion victim or ensemblelly challenged? Whats the soup de jour? Its the soup of the day. Mmm..that does sound good. Come on in, and try not to ruin everything by being you. I'm mortified, petrified, stupefied, by you. If theres one thing i despise, its a fair fight. Here's lookin' at you, kid. You can't handle the truth! Houston, we have a problem. Go ahead, make my day. First rule of leadership: everything is your fault. Don't cry at the beginning of the date...cry at the end of the date like i do. Stop trying to hit me, and HIT ME! Well..what can you get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113105260534586237?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113105260534586237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113105260534586237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113105260534586237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113105260534586237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-here-we-go.html' title='Ok here we go!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113095255944031489</id><published>2005-11-02T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T12:29:19.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That wierd time</title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gentlemen, its that common wierd time between November 1st and November 3rd, commonly known as November 2nd. At about 6 o'clock tonight it will be officially 6 months since i gave up caffeine. 6 months! 24 Weeks! HALF A YEAR! Wow. It's been a while. Anyway, i found it quite interesting to look at the NHL standings..to think wht would happen if the playoffs started Today. Here's what i gathered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the playoffs started today...&lt;br /&gt;1. The first team in the Southeast WOULDNT be 3rd in the East. They'd be Second&lt;br /&gt;2. Philadelphia AND New Jersey would BOTH miss the playoffs for the first time in a LONG time&lt;br /&gt;3. 3 teams in the Southeast would squeeze into the postseason..thats a first for a while&lt;br /&gt;4. 4 teams in the Northeast would make it to the postseason (Montreal, Ottawa, Buffalo and Toronto) which goes to prove how strong this division really is.&lt;br /&gt;5. Montreal would be first in the east. Never thought i'd say that.&lt;br /&gt;6. And finally, for the first time in recent history 2 of the recent expansion teams (Nashville and Minnesota) would both make the playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how its a wierd month. Hockeys back and in full swing. Also, it's interesting to note that a whopping 16 teams have less Goals for than they do goals against. That's over HALF the league. How pathetic. Scoring is up sure, but goaltending is also down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON A YA HA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113095255944031489?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113095255944031489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113095255944031489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113095255944031489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113095255944031489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/that-wierd-time.html' title='That wierd time'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113043265814477340</id><published>2005-10-27T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T13:04:18.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisibile reasons for my unchained harmony..</title><content type='html'>So today has been interesting. I mean really interesting. I woke up after 12 hours of sleep..i decided to go to bed at 9pm last night and boy was it a good idea. When i woke up i was pretty out of it..until i realised i didn't have to do anything until like 5 oclock tonight so i was like yesss...Then i got up and started cleaning my room. And so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;I was having a conversation with my mom when she tells me they're going out for dinner with my grandparents tonight. I try to never miss these things because i love my grandparents, but i have tdi tonight so i couldnt go. I complained of course, i mean why can't they go out for dinner on a night i'm free? I mean throw me a frickin bone here people! So then i kept cleaning my room. It wasnt even close to being clean, not even a little bit, not even at ALL close. It was gross. Eek. Umm what else did i do..oh i went into work to get my paystub and actually heard one of those conversations i thought only existed outside of my life. The which is better: shampoo, conditioner or 2in1. The conversation really went back and forth but for me, conditioner will always be better because as everyone knows, it leaves the hair silky and smooth right? Definitely. But then asgain, i don't actually use conditioner...which "might" explain why m hair is never silky or smooth. But that's just a theory. Anyway, so now clean my room is. Definitely clean. And around my desk too..my dad came down as was like wow..not bad..or something along those lines and in the spirit of the moment that i had gotten caught up in i was just like, yep, i know kung fu! He looked at me weird and such, but thats nothing new. Anyway, yea that was basicaly my day so far. Oh except i found out my parents are doing groceries for me BEFORE they go to Chile, which means i'l have food to eat..i was so happy when i found out, sort of a "reallllllay?" Moment. Yea you know the kind no doubt. Anyway, i should get back to whatever studying i was doing before. Catch y'all later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN AWAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113043265814477340?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113043265814477340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113043265814477340' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113043265814477340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113043265814477340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/invisibile-reasons-for-my-unchained.html' title='Invisibile reasons for my unchained harmony..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113034135890890337</id><published>2005-10-26T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:42:38.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>exammmmm</title><content type='html'>So i wrote m&lt;em&gt;y&lt;/em&gt; first exam today. It wasn't actually quite as bad as i hadimagined it w&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;uld be. Their were quites a few difficult q&lt;em&gt;u&lt;/em&gt;estions. But nothing too bad that i couldnt managed. Multiple choice, true or false, short answer, but nothing worth &lt;em&gt;c&lt;/em&gt;rying over. S&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt; i think i did pretty bad on it..other people were done in like forty five &lt;em&gt;m&lt;/em&gt;inutes, fortyfive! Thats insane isnt it? Unbelievable that some &lt;em&gt;p&lt;/em&gt;eople could do something i found so difficu&lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;t so darn quickly. That b&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;ing said it only really took me an hour so theres no&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt; a huge amount of difference in that resp&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;ct. Anyway, yea, i'&lt;em&gt;m&lt;/em&gt; prettysure that i at least passed it, but probably only by like a percent or two at the most. Alrighty,well i have an assignment i have to get done for my english literature class..so have a greatday ev&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;ryone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113034135890890337?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113034135890890337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113034135890890337' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113034135890890337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113034135890890337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/exammmmm.html' title='exammmmm'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113033760013863876</id><published>2005-10-26T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T10:40:00.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back-in-the-tired-of-the----Habit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you wanna BE somebody..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you wanna GO somewhere..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You better WAKE UP and pay attention.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, 50 points to whoever nails what movie this is in the comment section first. Come on guys, it's easy. As well as blogging i'm also going to pop little movie quotes or hints towards movies here and there..and if u comment first about what reference i'm making, 50 points! And then first to 500 points..well..i'll give them a prize! I really will! Write that down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The reason i decided to use that quote is because, well, DUH. It's true. I noticed the other day..sitting on the bus..looking at the various people on the bus, that these are all people going somewhere, to be somebody. They're awake, they're paying attention, why aren't i? Sure, i'm somebody. Whatever. I was going "to" school..but what does that mean? I think over the last few weeks i've hit a bit of a rut in my life. So it's time i wake up and pay attention, so to speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113033760013863876?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113033760013863876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113033760013863876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113033760013863876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113033760013863876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-in-tired-of-habit.html' title='Back-in-the-tired-of-the----Habit..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113017385181782706</id><published>2005-10-24T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:10:51.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>diddly duck egg</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone..so i realised i haven't blogged all weekend..and i was wondering why. Sitting here in my desk at school i realised. I have nothing to talk about. Not a think. Zero, zilch, zip, zippo, but nothing's wrong! It's the wierdest feeling. Like usually when i don't have much to say something is bugging me but right now i just, am. Lol. Just thought i'd clarify because i might not blog for a bit, and in case you're wondering..it's just because i don't got anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..thats right..great grammar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113017385181782706?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113017385181782706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113017385181782706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113017385181782706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113017385181782706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/diddly-duck-egg.html' title='diddly duck egg'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-113000439796427195</id><published>2005-10-22T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:06:37.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting a raise..</title><content type='html'>So, looks like i'm finally getting that raise i've been hankering for. I've worked at Shoppers now for 2 years and i'm making $8.50 and hour. A dollar up from 2 years ago..thats a little ridiculous, lol. So finally today i decided i was going to do something about it. I wrote a note to the owner and just explained everything, about how i'd been contemplating searching for a higher paying job but that i thought i'd give Shoppers the chance to give me a bit more because i need to pay for school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the confrontational type. I thought haha i'll give it to him and leave, SIMPLE! But for some reason my feet wouldn't move so i ended up standing in front of the counter (he's the pharmacist) as he read my note. He smiled at the "threat" i made..(it was a joke, good one too ask me i'll tell it to you). Anyway he looked at me and said, don't worry, i'll look after it. So for him that pretty much means by Tuesday i'll be making some more money. I don't know how much more, it might be .05 cents. Oh well, i'll update Tuesday or Friday when i get my pay stub to let y'all know what happened!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-113000439796427195?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113000439796427195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=113000439796427195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113000439796427195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/113000439796427195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/getting-raise.html' title='Getting a raise..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112991869506280508</id><published>2005-10-21T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:18:15.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After and before..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/2005_1008Image0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/2005_1008Image0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Dionne tells me you can tell a difference in the "roundness" of my face when comparing a photo of me from 2004 and one from 2005..since i gave up caffeine and all. Ok so tell your opinions..the one on the left is the newer pic..the one on the right is from 2004. Let me know what you think!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112991869506280508?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112991869506280508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112991869506280508' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112991869506280508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112991869506280508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/after-and-before.html' title='After and before..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112978113526942187</id><published>2005-10-20T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:05:35.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2nd, 2005. I gave up caffeine. Its been 5 and a half months. Before May 2nd, i had been drinking way too much caffeine. And it's just not healthy to do that, so i gave it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 19th, 2005. Today. I was drinking my second sprite of the day when i realised..what's the point giving up caffeine just to replace it with a lot of sugar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm basically not doing anything different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..from tomorrow on..i'm done with Pop. Altogether. No Coke. No Sprite. No NOTHING. I'm done. So i did the first step, which was no caffeine. And now i'm here for the second step, no pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/nosprite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/nosprite.jpg" border="0" /&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/9194690-112978113526942187?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112978113526942187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112978113526942187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112978113526942187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112978113526942187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/next-step.html' title='The Next Step'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112972665042599306</id><published>2005-10-19T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:57:30.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Update</title><content type='html'>Hey all..for anyone who knows what my little project is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.R was a success..yes..thats right..i was a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm interested to see if this continues or if was just a lucky one. If you have NO idea what i'm talking about because i haven't explained it let me know and i'll tell you about it. Wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112972665042599306?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112972665042599306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112972665042599306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112972665042599306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112972665042599306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/dream-update.html' title='Dream Update'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112972518153094340</id><published>2005-10-19T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:27:17.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wierdest thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a play by play of last night from 5-5:45. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See if you notice what you're supposed to!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:00 - Left work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:05 - Walked in the front door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:06 - Waved to my mom, walked right past her (she was on the phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:07ish - Went downstairs, and onto MSN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:09 - Bathroom break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:12 - Watched the last 18 minutes of the Simpsons on CBC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:35 - Went back on MSN to see if anyone had messaged me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:40 - Went to lie down, had a headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:45 - My mom calls my cell phone to ask when i'm coming home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112972518153094340?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112972518153094340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112972518153094340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112972518153094340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112972518153094340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/wierdest-thing.html' title='The wierdest thing..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112940423098437780</id><published>2005-10-15T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:23:50.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm going to miss those lips..and everything attached to them..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/elizabethtown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/elizabethtown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good movie..go see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112940423098437780?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112940423098437780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112940423098437780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112940423098437780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112940423098437780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-going-to-miss-those-lipsand.html' title='i&apos;m going to miss those lips..and everything attached to them..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112930304303154544</id><published>2005-10-14T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T01:28:40.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moulin Rouge..</title><content type='html'>Now i realise i'm probably going to get chastised for writing this, because i was really bored when i watched Moulin Rouge. But anyway, a few nights ago i sat down with a friend and watch maybe 50 minutes of Moulin Rouge, and i have to say, it was really boring. I did want to claw my eyes out because well i really didn't understand very much of it, it was THAT confusing to me. But then thursday during the day something was eating at me, telling me that i should watch it. Why not eh? Just a movie..then TDI came. And we got on the topic of Love again and throughout the night being told when God loves us, its almost good enough for him when we love someone else and all that stuff Amy said. And so last night, at about 1am, i started Limewire and downloaded Moulin Rouge to watch the rest. And i ended up watching the entire thing. And i was dumbfounded. What an amazing concept. We join a character (Christian) who is so in love with (Satine) that nothing else seems to matter to him. He says, "All you need is love" and corny movie lyrics like, "Love lift us up where we belong, where eagles fly, on a mountain high." And so on and so forth. But what caught my eye the other night when i watched it for the first time, and at TDI and when i watched it again was he says All you need is Love. Say it to yourself, ALL you need is LOVE. Thats it. Done. Everything. All. Thats IT! Only love. Nothing more. Wow. But as true as that is..a very important life lesson comes shortly after.. when he says, "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."&lt;br /&gt;Nearing the end of the movie, i knew what was coming (i had been pre warned). The girl dies, and the guy, that same guy who would do anything for love, is left with only his story to tell. And if you DONT want to know how this movie ends. Stop reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian: I love you&lt;br /&gt;Satine: You've got to go on Christian&lt;br /&gt;Christian: Can't go on without you.&lt;br /&gt;Satine: You've got so much to give; tell your story Christian&lt;br /&gt;Christian: No&lt;br /&gt;Satine: Yes, promise me, promise me&lt;br /&gt;Christian: No&lt;br /&gt;Satine: Yes, that way, I'll always be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, i'll always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must apologise to my friend whom i first watched this with. At first i thought this movie was incredibly pointless and not worth my time. I just wasn't interested in hearing 2 hours about some guy who loves another girl yada yada yada. But then with everything mixed in, TDI and all..i had to watch it. And it all hit me at once. I dono, people reading this might think it's a huge ramble so i'm just going to end off with one simple quote to sum it all up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need...is Love. GOD'S LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112930304303154544?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112930304303154544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112930304303154544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112930304303154544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112930304303154544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/moulin-rouge.html' title='Moulin Rouge..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112926555147291096</id><published>2005-10-14T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:52:31.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love..what a word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     1If I speak in the tongues[&lt;a title="See footnote f" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2012-15;&amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-28651f"&gt;f&lt;/a&gt;] of men and of angels, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, &lt;strong&gt;but have not love, I am nothing&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flames,[&lt;a title="See footnote g" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2012-15;&amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-28653g"&gt;g&lt;/a&gt;] but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;br /&gt;    4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;    8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.&lt;br /&gt;    13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love.&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/9194690-112926555147291096?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112926555147291096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112926555147291096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112926555147291096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112926555147291096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/lovewhat-word.html' title='Love..what a word'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112897817622232583</id><published>2005-10-10T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:03:57.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twister..uniting people for centuries..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/2005_1008Image0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/2005_1008Image0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many guys.....so.....little dots..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112897817622232583?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112897817622232583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112897817622232583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112897817622232583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112897817622232583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/twisteruniting-people-for-centuries.html' title='Twister..uniting people for centuries..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112896408678282638</id><published>2005-10-10T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:08:06.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>So when i was thinking about what i'm thankful for..the biggest thing i could think of is friends. There's  a lot of things i don't think i'd be able to do. And so thank you to all my friends, especially a select few who really know me and are extremely good to me, thanks. You know who you are. Anyway, here's a quote from a great song about friends, "You've got a friend in Me" by Randy Newman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You've got troubles, I've got 'em too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll stick together to see it through &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause you've got a friend in me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's true, from me to all my friends. Love y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112896408678282638?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112896408678282638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112896408678282638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112896408678282638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112896408678282638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112879687197612100</id><published>2005-10-08T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:41:11.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Penne Pollo</title><content type='html'>As i sit here with my penne pollo and thanksgiving looms, i shudder at the thought of missing my annual family dinner that we always have with my grandparents. My parents are going to Ottawa for tomorrow and monday so they decided to have thanksgiving today. And i work until 7. No problem i thought il just eat at 4 during my break. But, my manager asked me to go earlier than that because she has to go home early so i'm going to miss the meal. I mean yea i'll have the leftovers and an additional one tomorrow but theres just something about gathering with my parents and grandparents and giving thanks for all of the little things in life that was sometimes take for granted. I'm going to post either tomorrow or monday what i'm thankful for, but i just wanted to wish everyone a happy thanksgiving. Don't take anything for granted, and be thankful for everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112879687197612100?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112879687197612100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112879687197612100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112879687197612100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112879687197612100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/penne-pollo.html' title='Penne Pollo'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112853511913900940</id><published>2005-10-05T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:58:39.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Quote Ever</title><content type='html'>"Out Damn Spot!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Think about it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112853511913900940?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112853511913900940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112853511913900940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112853511913900940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112853511913900940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/greatest-quote-ever.html' title='Greatest Quote Ever'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112839695520664980</id><published>2005-10-03T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:35:55.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the winter here's cold, and bitter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's chilled us to the bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we haven't seen the sun for weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to long too far from home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel just like I'm sinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I claw for solid ground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm pulled down by the undertow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never thought I could feel so low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh darkness I feel like letting go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112839695520664980?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112839695520664980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112839695520664980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112839695520664980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112839695520664980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/full-of-grace.html' title='Full of Grace'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112822609970004024</id><published>2005-10-02T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T00:08:19.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for arguments sake..</title><content type='html'>To those who participated in the "bones in the body" argument..their are 206:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site Used: &lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/107/17.html"&gt;http://www.bartleby.com/107/17.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Gray (1821–1865).  Anatomy of the Human Body.  1918.&lt;br /&gt;II. Osteology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GENERAL framework of the body is built up mainly of a series of bones, supplemented, however, in certain regions by pieces of cartilage; the bony part of the framework constitutes the skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the skeleton of the adult there are 206 distinct bones, as follows:—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axial Skeleton&lt;br /&gt;Vertebral column&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skull&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyoid bone&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribs and sternum&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appendicular Skeleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper extremities&lt;br /&gt;64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower extremities&lt;br /&gt;62&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;126&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditory ossicles&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;Total&lt;br /&gt;206&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112822609970004024?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112822609970004024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112822609970004024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112822609970004024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112822609970004024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-for-arguments-sake.html' title='Just for arguments sake..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112814987736309612</id><published>2005-10-01T02:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T02:57:57.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs that make you think (In my opinion)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4a.m.&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;Innocent&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Our Lady Peace&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Let it Be&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;the Beatles&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;Good Riddance&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Green Day&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Meant to Live&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;Dare you to Move&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;This is Your Life&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Fix You&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;What if&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Imagine all the People&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Lennon&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Joyful Joyful&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Lauryn Hill&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Iris&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Last Words&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;This is a Call&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Thousand Foot Krutch&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Storm&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Unforgettable You&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;Love song for a Saviour&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jars of Clay&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;With Arms Wide Open&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;My Sacrifice&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Creed&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Only Time&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Enya&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Photograph&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Nickleback&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Shackles&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mary Mary&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;So Far Away&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Staind&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Day&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;U2&lt;/em&gt;,  &lt;strong&gt;You Belong to Me&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jason Wade&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;You've got a Friend in Me&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Randy Newman&lt;/em&gt;.........Thats just to name a few........Listen to some, tell me what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112814987736309612?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112814987736309612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112814987736309612' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112814987736309612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112814987736309612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/songs-that-make-you-think-in-my.html' title='Songs that make you think (In my opinion)'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112785766470983665</id><published>2005-09-27T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:51:12.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me..</title><content type='html'>So i don't think i've ever just blogged about myself..Just me. So i thought i'd do that, to explain all my crazyness..and while i'm doing it i'm going to put what song i'm listening to..because i think this might be a long blog: Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(24 - Switchfoot)&lt;/strong&gt; So i was born April 21st, 1985 in Mississauga..at "apparently" 8:40pm. The reason i put apparently is because i, like a lot of people in the world, was adopted. So for a while i never actually knew the nitty gritty's about this and that and the other..but i think thats what i read. Yea. 840. Cool. I was adopted on i believe..September sometime. Into the family of Malcolm and Barbara Robinson. I have one brother (John..6 years older) and one sister (Laura..5 years older). I've had lots of pets in my past too..some gerbils..a cat..a dog, a fish and now another dog, who i love to bits even though i swear he's a Canine terrorist..he hates everyone other than us and himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hallelujah - Rufus Wainright)&lt;/strong&gt; See..i was born in Missisauga. From "toronto" we moved to Winnipeg for 2 years..then Labrador (which is "kinda" in Newfoundland) for 3 years. From there we lived in Ottawa for 8 years. In 1999 we moved to near London, England. This was when i was..14? I think, yeah. So it was really the first time a move actually affected me, because this time i actually knew what it meant. But i LOVED it! England was great..great church, friends, hanging out and what not..but then in 2001 i was informed by my parents that we were moving basck to Canada. This shook my world..i didn't know what to make of it.. i thought we were done with the moving, why'd we have to do it again? &lt;strong&gt;(Last words - TFK)&lt;/strong&gt; But all the same, i picked my bags up and left. To go to Edmonton..let me tell you..at first i hated it..cuz i went straight to camp where i sucked my first year. Didn't know what i was doing. Then i went to Edmonton Temple..and loved it..people were so nice..great youth group led by some great people, hockey every monday, and DYB (i mean who can complain, HONESTLY?) This went well, i worked at Pine Lake Camp for 3 summers (01,02,03) mainly beside one of my best friends ever, Skoch. Love you man..so many good times. And then..a few months before i was to head to PLC for 03 my parents told me we had been asked to move to Toronto. I lost it i mean..COME ON! THis is ridiculous..i had really gotten quite tired of having to leave my friends and make new ones. I was furious..why why why why why. So i went to camp this summer and through prayer realised it was for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i loved that summer, fabulous..made a really good friend, which made it even harder to leave. But i knew i'd have these friends for a while, especially one who i considered like my best friend ever. So i moved here..and things were good..talked to epople from Alberta..and then my friend stopped talking to me..and i just felt lousy..like why would God send me to cities to meet great people just to move me again and have them forget about me? &lt;strong&gt;(Photograph - Nickleback)&lt;/strong&gt; Wow..ironic..good song. Anyway..so ive know been here for just over 2 years. And i have amazing friends. I could name a few of you but i'm pretty sure you know who you are. And i have great friends in Edmonton who still talk to me, and i thank them for that. I don't think they can realise how much it means to me that i moved 2 years ago and they still care. It's one of the best feelings ever. I worked at the camp here for 2 years now. Not sure if i have a third one in me. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats my life. I think what i'm trying to say out of the last few paragraphs is to thank my friends who have kept by through thick and thin, including leaving them for another city. You guys have been the glue holding me together. I can't thank you enough for that. Scarborough people, Wabana/JPC/DayCamp/Rainbow people, Edmonton Temple people, Pine Lake Camp people, England people, Ottawa people, and everyone else. Thanks. And to the people who havent forgotten me no matter how bitter they are that i moved..i love you lol. Especially you Skoch you're still such a good friend, even though i live in Toronto and you in Calgary. And to my very special friends at Scarborough..the bunch of you that are ALWAYS there for me..words cant express. Anyway i'm done. Thats me!! To finish off..&lt;strong&gt;Nothing Else Matters (Metallica)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112785766470983665?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112785766470983665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112785766470983665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112785766470983665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112785766470983665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/me.html' title='Me..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112773840390143874</id><published>2005-09-26T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T08:40:03.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Rain..and the good samaritan</title><content type='html'>"Good Samaritan: A compassionate person who unselfishly helps others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before today i wasn't really sure if Good Samaritans really exist. Sure you hear about them in church and such wonderful stories in the news of this and that but i mean, come on..someone THAT nice to unselfishly do something for someone else? Theoretically in this day and age people like this should not exist. Which brings me to my point. They do. Today is a rainy day..and to get to school i take the #11 bus to a small road then walk 15 minutes to school. So, obviously, today i was not looking forward to walking 15 minutes in this heavy downfall. So i got halfway there when i heard a beep from a car that was driving slowly beside me. What does this guy want?? So he rolled down the window and asked, "are you going to the school?" And i said yeah..so he gave me a ride, out of the goodness of his heart because of the weather. Turns out he is a teacher at the seminary (which is attached to the College) and hates to see students walk in the rain. So he gave me a ride. This blew me away. What a good samaritan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112773840390143874?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112773840390143874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112773840390143874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112773840390143874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112773840390143874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/rainand-good-samaritan_26.html' title='the Rain..and the good samaritan'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112749822264355383</id><published>2005-09-23T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:57:02.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The way it is..according to Webster's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List 1: PAIN:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;affliction, agony, anguish, anxiety, bitterness, despondency, distress, grief, heartache, hurt, malaise, martyrdom, misery, rack, sadness, shock, suffering, torment, torture, travail, tribulation, woe, worry, wretchedness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List 2: DESPAIR:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anguish, dashed hopes, dejection, depression, desperation, despondency, discouragement, disheartenment, forlornness, gloom, melancholy, misery, ordeal, pain, trial, tribulation, wretchedness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List 3: HOPE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;achievement, ambition, anticipation, aspiration, assumption, belief, bright side, buoyancy, concern, confidence, daydream, dependence, desire, dream, dream, endurance, expectancy, expectation, faith, fancy, fool's paradise, fortune, gain, goal, Hopefulness, longing, optimism, pipe dream, promise, promised land, prospect, reliance, reverie, reward, rosiness, sanguineness, security, stock, utopia, wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List 4: FAITH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acceptance, allegiance, assent, assurance, belief, certainty, certitude, confidence, constancy, conviction, credence, credit, credulity, dependence, Faithfulness, fealty, fidelity, hope, loyalty, reliance, stock, store, sureness, surety, truth, truthfulness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List 5: LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adulation, affection, allegiance, amity, amorousness, amour, appreciation, ardency, ardor, attachment, case, cherishing, crash, crush, delight, devotedness, devotion, emotion, enchantment, enjoyment, fervor, fidelity, flame, fondness, friendship, hankering, idolatry, inclination, infatuation, involvement, like, liking, lust, mad for, mash, partiality, pash, passion, piety, rapture, regard, relish, respect, sentiment, soft spot, taste, tenderness, the hots, weakness, wild for, worship, yearning, zeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you really want to get stuck with numbers 1 and 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go with God and feel the other 3!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112749822264355383?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112749822264355383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112749822264355383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112749822264355383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112749822264355383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/way-it-isaccording-to-websters.html' title='The way it is..according to Webster&apos;s'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112745036248304336</id><published>2005-09-23T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:39:22.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>So we did some sort of Love Quote movie trivia thing at sanctuary tonight..so it moved me to look up some more Love quotes..this is the best i coudl find..from a movie called, well, Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is passion, obsession, someone you can´t live without.If you don´t start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love crazy and who´ll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I´m not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you´ll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven´t lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven´t try, you haven´t lived. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112745036248304336?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112745036248304336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112745036248304336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112745036248304336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112745036248304336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-quotes.html' title='Love Quotes'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112744870482150893</id><published>2005-09-23T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:13:05.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken by Fire..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/fire-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/fire-me.jpg" width="552" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tonight my prayer request..taken by fire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now it's just between me and you, God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So let's see where this goes, eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112744870482150893?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112744870482150893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112744870482150893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112744870482150893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112744870482150893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/taken-by-fire.html' title='Taken by Fire..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112726325098650149</id><published>2005-09-20T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:40:50.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been a While..</title><content type='html'>Wow. It has been a while. Almost like a week and a half since my last blog. Not a lot has happened since then..i started my classes last monday. Now i have class Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and its not as bad as i had thought. On the whole the teachers are quite good with a few disapointements but their usually are. I went to a blue Jays game on Sunday. We had to do some fund raising before hand..but the game was good, the Jays actually beat the Yankees i think it was 6-5 i can't fully remember. Anyway, not a lot to say i'll blog again when i have something more interesting to say. Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112726325098650149?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112726325098650149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112726325098650149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112726325098650149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112726325098650149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been a While..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112640280372195396</id><published>2005-09-10T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:40:03.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>Hey..i know i blogged earlier today..but this i couldn't pass up saying something about. So, i'll tell you about my day. After i got back from the retreat, i went to buy dress pants at Tip Top Tailors at Eglinton Square. So i bought the pants only to find out they have to be, well, tailored. So i took it across the hallway to the tailor place and paid an additional $8 to get them hemmed at the bottom. So they say half an hour. Thats fine, so i started looking around and came across Sunshine Records i think its called, anyway, a music/movie store. And saw a display with the newly released DVD "Crash" for sale. And i had heard amazing things about this movie, so i thought i'd buy it, and i did. Once i got home i kinda put off watching it for a bit but then i finally said, ok il slip it in then pause it halfway or so to get some food. So along came about halfway, and my eyes were glued to the screen. What an amazing movie. Such passion and drama, something i've never actually appreciated quite as much as i did. I'm not going to describe what the movie is about or say ANYTHING about it, but watch it. After the opening credits, the character played by Don Cheadle says this (I took out a part about Los Angeles, but you'll get the picture..):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's the sense of touch...I think we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss that touch so much that we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crash into each other just so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we can feel something"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112640280372195396?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112640280372195396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112640280372195396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112640280372195396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112640280372195396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112638807443944217</id><published>2005-09-10T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T17:34:34.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me see your boogaloo..</title><content type='html'>Oh. Frosh week 05. What joy. It was fun. At first i was really not looking forward to it because the "dorms" were, well, under par. Rickity old beds with holes in the wall. Then, unbeknownst to me, the food was DELICIOUS! everything from chicken (with rice and potatoes and veggies and more veggies and sausages and salad) to roast beef (with mashed potatoes and veggies and more veggies and soup and salad) and then todays breakfast (bacon, eggs, taters, toast, cereal and muffins) was phenemonal. I was blown away. Also, the speaker, Paul Johansen was really good. He spoke about a few different things but a couple things hit me the hardest. God lets our dreams die. ANd also that we have to find people to interpret our realities. I know it sounds confusing and i'd try to explain but i don't think that would help the confusion. Also, i'd have to say Thursday night really made my weekend. First off we had this 2 person band called "In Between" come. First off, one of the guys can circular breathe and play the digeridoo and the guitar at the same time. That being said, he also proved he can do the most prolonged farting noise by circular breathing that i've EVER heard. Very, very, very impressive. And then his comments about his wife stole the show (Not to mention they played Simon and Garfunkle). He was talking about how she's pregnant and the mood swings..."One moment i have my beautiful wife..the next..pregzilla" lol..It was funnier at the time. Then, on the way back from the concert Jeff and i were walking across the field back to Fair Glen. we weren't really paying attention and out of nowhere the field turned into a hill, but we kept walking. Straight down this hill. But still, the way the dark played off the gravel path above, it looked like we could walk straight into it. Wow. Steeper then we thoguht i actually managed to walk into the path...and was like, Hey, theres a wall there. And jeff almost tripped. We had a good laugh. The next night, i discovered a THIRD dipper. Thats right. I was walking with Jeff and i'm like..hey man..if the big dipper and little dipper are there (pointing to them)..then i turned and pointed to the opposite end of the sky..Why's their a third dipper? And its like an exact duplicate of the little dipper but reversed and on the opposite side of the sky. We named it the Mini Dipper. Good times. Haha i was in a cabin called "rabbits"..by far the loudest. The guys made so much noise both nights, by talking and singing and stomping..but it wasn't until saturday morning that most of them realised i was in there too because i slept through both nights. They were amazed. Impressed, as they said. Anyway, thats about it. I had an overall good weekend and am really looking forward to starting school Monday with the BRE Youth Min crowd, good people they are. Haha i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;and the best lesson i learnt throughout the entire weekend came from Joel..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never say the words "Free Choice" to a Calvanist. You'll lose the next 4 hours of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i dont plan to. Thanks Joel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112638807443944217?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112638807443944217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112638807443944217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112638807443944217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112638807443944217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/let-me-see-your-boogaloo.html' title='Let me see your boogaloo..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112605761927795807</id><published>2005-09-06T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:46:59.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A different side of me..</title><content type='html'>So..people have been asking me why it's been like 4 days since i blogged. Oh no 4 days eh? I know! Anyway, even though its completely stupid that that would actually matter..it got me thinking. Why HAVEN'T i been blogging. Well..theres' been nothing going on in life. No bad things, nothing to complain about..i've just been content to be alive these days. Thats all. I started college today..i guess i could blog about that. It was kind of a boring day, lots of listening and such to teachers introducing themselves and all that wonderful jargon. And yea, thats it. So i guess i'll leave it there and blog again when i have something exciting or distressing to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112605761927795807?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112605761927795807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112605761927795807' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112605761927795807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112605761927795807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/different-side-of-me.html' title='A different side of me..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112567620817532317</id><published>2005-09-02T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:50:08.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is God, then?</title><content type='html'>The Quest for God - Paul Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, i decided to crack open one of the hundred of books my mom owns on Christianity..and i came across this one. It has some confusing words but is quite in depth. Anyway i wanted to share this passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is always there. His line to us is perpetually open, even when we do not respond for long periods. For many, contacts with God are suspended for years at a time, sometimes for half a lifetime. That is said, it can be tragic, but it is not irreparable. When we will it, when we remember that God is ALWAYS there, contact can be resumed instantaneously: there is no waiting, no probationary period, no 'technical difficulties'. We can be back on the same footing in an instant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. So true. Thats on page 40 of almost 200. I really can't wait to see what else me Johnson has to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112567620817532317?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112567620817532317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112567620817532317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112567620817532317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112567620817532317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-god-then.html' title='What is God, then?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112559131012461712</id><published>2005-09-01T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:15:10.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>So a friend of mine told me i'm good at taking photos of people. I guess she's right..anyway..i thought i'd show a few..dont worry if its you in the pic i will say its you to give crdit where credit is due!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/2005_0804Image0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/2005_0804Image0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Lauren..being Lauren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/2005_0804Image0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/2005_0804Image0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Peppi with his guitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/2005_0804Image0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/2005_0804Image0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Jenn with her violin.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/1600/2005_0804Image0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/659/320/2005_0804Image0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Madeleine...don't think i spelled her name right though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112559131012461712?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112559131012461712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112559131012461712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112559131012461712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112559131012461712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194690.post-112541884134425501</id><published>2005-08-30T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:20:41.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The great Michael Richards..</title><content type='html'>Michael Richards. Kramer. What a guy. This morning i was really quite needing a good chuckle. I've been talking a lot recently about Negative and Positive thinking..and so i'm trying one of these Positive thinking days. So i woke up with a headache. Good way to start..so i plopped in my favourite episode of Seinfeld..where the character of Kramer really makes me laugh. As most of you know, when i got to camp Wabana i undertook the name "Kramer" for summer camps..just cuz of my zany attitude and how i absolutely love his character. It wasn't really until i saw this particular episode years ago that i really fell in love with his zaniness. we pick it up with Jerry and Kramer in Jerry's apartment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: I'm going to get Elaine from the airport&lt;br /&gt;Kramer: What...she's been away?&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: She's been in Mexico for 6 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Kramer: I think you're wrong..we just went to the fireworks the other day..&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: That was July 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..to others this is just a simple little quote. But for me, i'm very much into the overexaggerating. Like saying something was like 3 hours ago when really it happened 5 minutes ago and stuff like that. So i burst out laughing at Kramer. I love it. Oooh such a good mood today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194690-112541884134425501?l=wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112541884134425501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194690&amp;postID=112541884134425501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112541884134425501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194690/posts/default/112541884134425501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipeoutlullaby.blogspot.com/2005/08/great-michael-richards.html' title='The great Michael Richards..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928799346608509882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
