<?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-14639704</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:21:57.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Specialk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14639704.post-113979112704229996</id><published>2006-02-12T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:38:47.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace Out Bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Due to my demanding schedule, it has been difficult to even try to keep up with this blog.  So, for all of you college people, check out the Facebook.  Or you non-college people, check out myspace.  In the mean time, Peace Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;hearts; Special K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-113979112704229996?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/113979112704229996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=113979112704229996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/113979112704229996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/113979112704229996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2006/02/peace-out-bloggers-due-to-my-demanding.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-113940768036834908</id><published>2006-02-08T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T06:08:00.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new car! EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-113940768036834908?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/113940768036834908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=113940768036834908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/113940768036834908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/113940768036834908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-new-car-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-113207763058517203</id><published>2005-11-15T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T19:22:39.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here Goes BLoGnell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground Rules: The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a blog/xanga entry about their 5 weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" in their blog/xanga and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't stop reading a book in the middle of a chapter. So, when a new chapter is beginning, I check the clock and then check how long the chapter is to decide whether or not to continue reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I am eating, I eat one item at a time. For instance, I would finish my mashed potatoes before eating my chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I take the same route home each day even though the possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I jam out in my car until I approach a stoplight. Then, I turn the music down and wait for the green light. Once I start going, up goes the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I get a new notebook, I never write on the first page.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag, Bekah, Tamara, Leah, James, and a tagback to BLoGnell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-113207763058517203?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/113207763058517203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=113207763058517203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/113207763058517203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/113207763058517203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-goes-blognell-ground-rules-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-112913526677674129</id><published>2005-10-12T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:46:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I am just taking everything the wrong way. Maybe I am just blowing things out of proportion. Maybe things are not as they seem. But maybe they are. Maybe I am right. Maybe I was just living in denial and afraid to face reality. What now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112913526677674129?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112913526677674129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112913526677674129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112913526677674129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112913526677674129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/10/maybe-i-am-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-112872871000690641</id><published>2005-10-07T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:06:40.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday=The Best Day Ever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, today I woke up as usual (a good thing I know), and went to school. On the way to school, I took a bit of a detour to Chick Fila to meet Katie for breakfast. That was fun because I really haven't had a chance to talk to her without a teacher interupting us to begin class or having to go to class. So, I am on my way to school, listening to the radio and there it is. This perfect joke about muffins sitting in an oven. Well you know the rest. It was funny but still didn't make me laugh like those wonderful biscuits. I tell you what, muffins are cute but biscuits, biscuits are frickin' hilarious!! Then I went to school and took a test, went to my next class and contemplated skipping my last class to take a nice long lunch. Well, I thought that we would have a quiz in there because I we have a quiz like everyday and she always checks homework and I hate getting zeros for assignments that I have completed. So, I went to class. As luck would have it, my teacher was not there, we did not have a quiz, and my homework was not checked. So, I contemplated walking out but I decided, "hey, I am already here" so I stayed. Turns out that was a good thing. As I was walking to my car I ran into Laurin and talked to her for a while and we decided to go to lunch. So we hit up Los Compadres! I love that place. Anyhow, it was nice talking to Laurin without having to rush to my next class. However, instead of rushing to my next class, I had to rush to work. See, I left my phone at home and that is my main source of time. I looked into buying a watch but there was not one that I could commit to. So I left Los C's at like 1:10/15ish and had to be to work across town by 1:45 and still had to stop at home to grab my shirt and my phone. I ended up getting to work @ 1:45 on the dot so I made wonderful time. I had a wonderful day at work. I swear I have the best job ever! And I came home and here I am, updating my blog for the first time in what feels like a year and watching That 70s Show (which is a darn funny show). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112872871000690641?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112872871000690641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112872871000690641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112872871000690641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112872871000690641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/10/fridaythe-best-day-ever-so-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-112708347311529670</id><published>2005-09-18T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:44:33.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE MATT!!!!!!  He is the greatest brother EVER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112708347311529670?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112708347311529670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112708347311529670' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112708347311529670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112708347311529670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-matt-he-is-greatest-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14639704.post-112630875502469354</id><published>2005-09-09T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:32:35.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prone to wander Lord I feel it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prone to leave the God I love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts&lt;br /&gt;above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112630875502469354?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112630875502469354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112630875502469354' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112630875502469354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112630875502469354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/09/prone-to-wander-lord-i-feel-it-prone.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-112594754842298401</id><published>2005-09-05T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:21:56.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gone. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not about people leaving for college or the oh-so-beloved Pope John Paul II. The other day I was doing my laundry and picked up a pair of jeans off of my bathroom floor. As I picked these up I thought to myself. . . "Do I need to check these pockets? Nooooo, there is nothing in them." So I proceed in the laundry process and threw the jeans in the washer. About and hour later, my mom came in and she had sweetly switched my clothes over into the dryer. This, however, was not what she was coming to inform me of. She handed me my cell phone. Now, my mom didn't borrow my cell phone. Yes, I washed my phone. Now it is clean and has a nice fragrance about it but does not turn on. So my much needed new phone is gone. The extra sad part is that I now didn't have a phone and also was afraid I had lost all of my contact numbers. I did not write the numbers down because I just insert them directly to my phone. Also I was informed that I would have to replace the phone out of pocket because the warrenty does not cover water losses. So being the genius that I am, this morning I saw my old phone in my room. LIGHTBULB!!! Try putting the SIM card into the old phone to get my numbers. So I put the SIM card in and now I have a hard copy. Then LIGHTBULB!!!! Check and see if you can make a call and WHAMMO!!! It worked. So now I have all my contacts and a phone. It is a piece of junk and does not always work but I have a phone.&lt;br /&gt;Morals of the story:&lt;br /&gt;1. Always check your pockets&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't wash your phone&lt;br /&gt;3. By proper phone insurance&lt;br /&gt;4. Keep all old phones even when your dad says throw it away, it is junk&lt;br /&gt;5. Keep a hard copy of your contact numbers&lt;br /&gt;6. Phones are like cats, they don't enjoy water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112594754842298401?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112594754842298401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112594754842298401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112594754842298401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112594754842298401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/09/gone.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-112558952066338093</id><published>2005-09-01T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T08:45:20.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;College is the best EVER!!!!  I love that there are no bells telling you when you can come into class or leave class.  I love that I get to see a lot of my friends.  I love that I get to leave at noon.  I don't so much enjoy starting at eight but I love that it is only three days a week.  I love I have friends or familer faces in each of my classes.  I love my classes.  I love the school!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112558952066338093?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112558952066338093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112558952066338093' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112558952066338093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112558952066338093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/09/college-is-best-ever-i-love-that-there.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-112489157606543416</id><published>2005-08-24T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T06:52:56.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Friends are meant to be seasonal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week I went and got coffee with Melissa. Well, we were talking about various subjects and somehow got on the topic of friends. One thing Melissa said that stuck with me is friends are meant to be seasonal. This scares me. Just really scares me. I don't know what I am getting into by posting this but here goes. Just over the summer my relationships have changed. My relationships with my family have strengthened, my friends I feel have weakened. I haven't seen many of my friends. One moved to Canada, one to a townhouse, one went to summer school, others moved away, some on vacation, and others just seem to be going in different directions. Not so much bad directions just different. I think also I feel like I am moving on. I am moving on from highschool. Since I have friends in highschool still an I feel like I am, well, kind of like I am leaving them behind and moving on. I know once school starts up on Monday, things will change more. I will make new friends. Sadly I don't think I will have much time between school and work to hang out with everybody. One thing Melissa said that gave me hope is although friends are meant to be seasonal, there are still some good friends who you will always keep in touch with and will remain close. I guess it is just part of life and growing up. I bet it is to late to fly to Neverland and stay a kid forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here I go. Ready to embrace change and keep my trust in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112489157606543416?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112489157606543416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112489157606543416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112489157606543416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112489157606543416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/08/friends-are-meant-to-be-seasonal-last.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-112456431402363002</id><published>2005-08-20T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T07:09:03.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week has been an adventure to say the least. I started my new job as an afterschool worker/teacher's aid. I have never had so much fun in my life. Even though I woke up at 5:45 everyday and didn't get home to 6:30-7:00 each day it felt good to come home tired after working hard. I worked in a Kindergarten class in the until 2:00. That by itself wore me out. I just love watching the way the kids interacted. They tell the most random stories. I heard most of them 2/3 times. Then after 2:00 I worked at afterschool. Apparently the best way to start this job is not to train you first but to throw you in the water and let you swim with sharks. It was CRAZY. Most of the time chaos just bothers me. This was different. Having 200+ kids in one room talking at once on the first day of school plus not knowing there names makes things a little more difficult. Insane. It is surprisingly a very laid back job. The kids know what they are supposed to do and what they are not allowed to do and most of them do what they are supposed to do. It is just a matter of reminding them to keep there hands to themselves, to stop talking when the lights are off, to share, and be respectful of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really loved coming home exhausted. I felt like, as cheesy as this may sound, I made some kind of difference. While working at State Farm I would come home tired and I worked hard but the work didn't mean very much to me. Here, I love what I do. It's cool to go into the cafeteria and be attacked from behind by a kid giving you a hug. I really love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night I went to Unveiled at Dave's house. I really enjoyed it. There were a bunch of people doing Dance Dance Revolution or something along those lines. Needless to say it was pretty entertaining to watch. It was cool to hang out with people that I don't normally get to. Next week there is a barbecue at PJ's house so that will be fun. It was so weird not to go to youth though. That was such a huge part of my life for 7+ years and now I am promoted out of youth. It all just seems so surreal to me. The weird thing is I don't so much miss youth like I thought I would. I am really excited about the things God has in store for me in college. Wow, I am in college. Classes start Monday and I am extremely excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112456431402363002?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112456431402363002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112456431402363002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112456431402363002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112456431402363002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-week-has-been-adventure-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-112441512171043787</id><published>2005-08-18T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:32:01.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just purchased some music on iTunes and began listening to it.  well there are some blogs that i haven't read in a while and i clicked on the first one.  so in the middle of my beautiful new song, BAM!!! some music pounding in my computer.  needless to say, "Ocean" does not sound so well with blog music in the background.  don't worry guys, i muted the sound and continued reading the blogs.  but i am done reading now and am able to listen to the sweet sweet sound of Hanna-McEuen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112441512171043787?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112441512171043787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112441512171043787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112441512171043787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112441512171043787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-purchased-some-music-on-itunes.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-112419199989173932</id><published>2005-08-16T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T04:33:19.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my job.  i really do.  i had the greatest time yesterday.  kids are amazing.  i am also really excited about school.  i go to orientation today and then get to register for classes.  i tell you what i just can't wait.  i have always been one of those nerdy kids who just really loved school.  not so much the school work but just really loved school.  i am just really excited.  o!!!!!! i saw solomon the yesterday.  that made my week.  i haven't seen the kid all summer and bam, i walked into publix and there he was.  now i go out of my way to go to publix so i can see him and he is never there.  i can't say that i blame him but still.  publix really is a place where shopping is a pleasure though.  i saw so many great things yesterday while shopping.  some were funny as anything though.  man.  people crack me up.  i just really enjoyed my shopping experience.  anyhow, i probably sound like the craziest person in the whole world right now so i think i will just leave it like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112419199989173932?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112419199989173932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112419199989173932' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112419199989173932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112419199989173932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-112380999985203274</id><published>2005-08-11T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T18:26:39.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;change.  my whole life is changing.  not over time.  in a course of a week.  i am returning to northwoods but no longer in the youth ministry but college, changing schools from highschool to college, switching from an office job to a more active job.  it is not just tangible life things that are changing but also my mindset.  it is like over night the switch in my head went from kid to adult.  my heart has changed from being bitter to forgiving.  lazy to productive.  trying to figure out what it is that i will do.  trying to find my hearts desire.  well i know what i want to do with my life but it is a matter of what to do before hand and being patient.  unfortunatly that has not changed in me.  i can be patient but as a whole i am not.  i like to see things happen.  and i don't do well waiting.  i am slowly learning.  i have gone by being consumed and obsessed with entertainment to not caring at all about what is on tv or what songs are on the radio.  i have gone from not trusting God in everything to driving down the road when i was stressed about school singing in my head "God will make a way. . ."  (cheesy but true) and being comforted by it.  even the people i have surrounded myself with have changed.  i have always been able to talk to most anybody but lately just this overwhelming concern for people has driven me to talk to those that i normally wouldn't have.  there is just so much more that i can't but into words.  i do like all of this change.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112380999985203274?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112380999985203274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112380999985203274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112380999985203274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112380999985203274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/08/change.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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-14639704.post-112225438020963764</id><published>2005-07-24T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:22:23.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so, here i am. back. kind of. well anyhow, i think i am going to try things a little differently this time. instead of writing about every single detail of my day i want this to be something more. that's not to say there won't be info about my day because it is necessary to tell stories. but i want this to be a journey of the things i am learning. so here goes nothing. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14639704-112225438020963764?l=specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/feeds/112225438020963764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14639704&amp;postID=112225438020963764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112225438020963764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14639704/posts/default/112225438020963764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialkwhooopwhooop.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>SpecialK</name><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></feed>
