<?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-35415331</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:05:37.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of a lost man... Now found</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35415331.post-116360054318561311</id><published>2006-11-15T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T06:22:23.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey it's 6:00 in the morning!!! Wow, today will be fun. and yeah... fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116360054318561311?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116360054318561311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116360054318561311' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116360054318561311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116360054318561311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-its-600-in-morning-wow-today-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116338161864728799</id><published>2006-11-12T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:33:38.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, ya know what?&lt;br /&gt;Spelling doesn't matter and it Shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Sow heers ah bloggg whith aye buncz uv misspeled werdz.&lt;br /&gt;jus' four Paulzie Walzie.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' whoo reelly caers, ubout speling ohn uh freeeken bloggg!?^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys just being a jerk. (Silly Jerk). This means nothing, but at least I don't rip apart your guys's blogs. Cuz' ya know... I read them.  So If I ripped them up I'd have to put them back together. Somewhat like my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;ON a lighter note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my weekend. It was good... ... And as of right now I can't get on Victoria's blog. What the heck??? Toria?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing else to say, I have a life to live, and I want my eyes to last a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116338161864728799?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116338161864728799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116338161864728799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116338161864728799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116338161864728799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-ya-know-what-spelling-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116314052529486428</id><published>2006-11-09T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:35:25.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha, another weekend!!! Oh, no. Too, long. It's thursday and the sports meeting was pretty fun but Gay* as always.&lt;br /&gt;One wierd thing though... I was sitting down and when Janelle came in... she sat down by me!Yeah, like by me and my mom, in between Joey, too. I thought that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and two two-three page essays to write. Fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;Basketball running...Monday, Hell? Heaven? Well, its heaven to a masicist*(?) like me... Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I did some stupid things this week, but forgiveness is one way to get around things and it's working.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and Meagan actually talks to me know? Like cool, confidence booster... Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I sound like a chick. (Thanks Victoria.) And Hutch High Amigo's... I missed you so much.&lt;br /&gt;   Man this is liked the abridged version of my thoughts... It's very sparatic. So is life. Take some get some.&lt;br /&gt;I think I may be liking another girl... I don't quite know yet. It's cloudy...&lt;br /&gt;Not Anna Rogers who was rather awkward today. She didn't really talk or even give me a simple high-five! It's probably just me, or she's scared and thinks I like her.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?!?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, Insperation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay inside, from yourself and I.&lt;br /&gt;So you only have to watch me die.&lt;br /&gt;Not be involved more than you are.&lt;br /&gt;Even blind eyes cry, and you're still a scar.&lt;br /&gt;So staying away from you and I,&lt;br /&gt;must hurt, make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;but can you help it, when you lie?&lt;br /&gt;And know you see why I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, wow, thats a new one. It's depressing. So life can be, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not deppresed... Funnily weird.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say it... For the first time in a long time I am thinking about a girl besides Victoria. It's really weird. Gah, I've brainwashed myself. The extroadinary power of the human mind. It screws itself in sub-consciousness and crap. I'm glad I see that. And no I will not tell you who that girl is...!&lt;br /&gt;Go Prep Football. J-A-G-U-A-R-S!!! Are the Best!!! (Cute! school spirit)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Why do I feel I need A girl-friend anyway? I'm a looser. (on occasion)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna stop being negative because I'm only doing it to make some one feel good anyway. And some you know who you are... And I guess they do too. I'm just bein' stupid. So that's gonna stop. It's contagious. But so is the Holy Spirit!!! HA HA HA HA HA HAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love when I say something and I make myself feel better. And I will give out at least 15+ compliments a day. Steppin it up from 10+. Ohh!!! CHALENGE IS CHANGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;(And if you guys steal my wisdom and pubish it I'll get mad os somethin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... God Bless, and God Speed... I'm Out_!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116314052529486428?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116314052529486428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116314052529486428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116314052529486428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116314052529486428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/11/ha-another-weekend-oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116260660883565121</id><published>2006-11-03T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:16:48.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank God!!! Another friday. And there's nothing to tupe about so i will type about nothing because nothing is fun. I hope all you guys have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I will, I'm goin to the WSU game and I'm gonna hang out with Janelle, and them the whole day. It'll be cool. Ya know... It's always good to have different friends for different times and different things and stuff. Because we loose friends someimes, so I figure that if I have a lot of friends (Who care) that I'll never not have any body to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;  Wow, I felt good today. Adriana (daniella's sister) is really cool. And Kate Martin is really cool. Umm. James, Will, Paul, Victoria, Ryan(x2), laura, sofia, silvia, janelle, kailey, xochtle*, fiona, and the rest of the school just happen to be pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, and I have deemed fiona the *cutest* sophomore. Gee, she's cute. (HeHe) Don't you dare think I'm implying something. Cuz' Janelle's cool too. (Hmm...) Hmmmmm........... NO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy right now.    One at a time please... Ha, where am I going with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, and God Speed... I'm Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116260660883565121?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116260660883565121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116260660883565121' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116260660883565121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116260660883565121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-god-another-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116226204960507019</id><published>2006-10-30T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:34:09.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is Judson not happy?&lt;br /&gt;Or... Why is Judson just upset lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or has everyone temporarily* lost their minds.&lt;br /&gt;(At one point or another) Like dude. What the Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, while I'm at it... Happy Birthday Victoria!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah... It's cute. But hey guess what.&lt;br /&gt;I know something you guys don't... But I'll never tell U.&lt;br /&gt;U'r not deserving. HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Janelle is an amazing person.(So far) She sure&lt;br /&gt;writes a lot... About what and why I will not say... It's&lt;br /&gt;between me and her. I cannot spill all my personalness.&lt;br /&gt;I hold some to get some to get some to expand some. Got It?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have stuff to do like... Homework, sing Victoria&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday in my head, and reflect through the&lt;br /&gt;Ignation Paradigm my day and what I could do to make&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad Astra Per Aspera... God bless, and God Speed... ... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116226204960507019?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116226204960507019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116226204960507019' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116226204960507019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116226204960507019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-is-judson-not-happy-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116192086437731744</id><published>2006-10-26T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:47:44.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, yes. The last meet and I stepped up. If I only had two more meets or something. I would have beat Samuel!!! Only 20 seconds behind him even after walking for a good minute. Finally beat Dan by a good 15 seconds. It was a good day, and now I have to write a page to someone who might be more than they seem, and try to forget about some others. (Well, not to forget but to let *free*) So, I know a special someone whos birthday is coming up and I have nothing to give her, I feel bad but what the heck, right?? Friendship's good enough. Sure not when one cares a little more for one more than the other.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I hinting all this stuff? Gah... Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;And me and Anna were getting into a good writing conversation when Whitlow the weasle man tured the lights off. (Trashed my little Party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the day I say,&lt;br /&gt;to all who care,&lt;br /&gt;to wish they're there,&lt;br /&gt;hope one more minute,&lt;br /&gt;and wish I was in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a lost heart like mine never broken,&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till you've awaken,&lt;br /&gt;in my heart I'm steadilly shaken,&lt;br /&gt;by your love... I wish I had taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS... I'm Out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116192086437731744?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116192086437731744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116192086437731744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116192086437731744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116192086437731744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116154160562783882</id><published>2006-10-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:26:45.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, hears us, but wants us to solve our own problems. Why? Because we bring them upon our selves. A lot of the time he helps us, and we don't see it. If i was to do something for more than a year, And I wasn't supposed to, don't you think God would give me a sign saying "it's a waste of your time"? He hasn't so I'll do what I do, and been doing. I don't feel "its" a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;Persistance, and true love.&lt;br /&gt;Love CAN be a one sided feeling. Not always but can be.&lt;br /&gt;You could do whats best for somebody and then they could just not even say thank you. Gay analogy but it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;So, "Brad" said love can exist at this age. Our age. I believed him under his definition and carried out. At least I honestly think I do. And I don't "LOVE" everything but I only truelly love a few things. A very few...&lt;br /&gt;I wish people could see where I come from, how I think, somtimes, what I think.&lt;br /&gt;The bad past dwindles as the newe better me developes. People don't quite see it, or they don't believe me. Because of what I've done. But it's what I do now that counts.&lt;br /&gt;Who I love, what I pray, when I pray, when I smile.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what? Way to many "I"!&lt;br /&gt;You guys and girl are what changes me. Makes me better, makes me want to be like you guys because you're freaking Saints, and I feel bad when I do something dumb because I think, "OH they wouldn't do that." So I strive to be liked and accepted for what I'm becomeing because it's so much more different than last year. And without you guys and girl I would probably smoking weed with David Champoo right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have a good life, because of you guys and girl!!! You open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you all forever, even if it takes the removal of my eyes or kidney for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I can't give enough to make up for your friendships. Your guy'zez smiles fill me with joy.&lt;br /&gt;What more could I ask For?&lt;br /&gt;All I can say through words is flattery, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK  YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the love I have for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116154160562783882?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116154160562783882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116154160562783882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116154160562783882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116154160562783882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-hears-us-but-wants-us-to-solve-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116131489153102160</id><published>2006-10-19T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:30:25.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, my life is a little freakin busy. Oh, I'm getting upset and depressed! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;This cant be good. Something bad is going to develope this year.&lt;br /&gt;dsvanjlajau;buoarbjla;v(pounded on key board)&lt;br /&gt;Gee I guess I'm a little mad too! Well, just keep me doing homework! Please.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I need is God. Life just jumped the cliff again... oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116131489153102160?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116131489153102160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116131489153102160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116131489153102160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116131489153102160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-my-life-is-little-freakin-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116105937859895545</id><published>2006-10-16T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:29:38.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAAAAAAAH!!!! HAAA, NAA, HAA!!! I can run once again. I knew it the whole time. AND I DID IT FOR PAUL. Oh, Yeah! 19:55. For a five K. And it was only my second meet I fully ran. I felt really bad about the last one, so I made it up. (Just fo Paulzie) So yeah 3:45 better than last time. Thats cool. I got 16th place only 30 somethin seconds behind Dan it was amazing. Not during the moment but afterward after my near pass-out experience. (It was awsome.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the gloating... ... ... ... ... PLEASE KEEP READING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we even ask questions? A question of questions. Wow, we are so brilliant we can think of things we can't make answers for. Or are the answers here, so obvious that were just skipping over the details so we can't find an answer.&lt;br /&gt;I think the confusing questions of today are inevitable but can be more easily avoided by prayer, faith, and just acceptance to the fact nothing is perfect, and not everything can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;Good question: What is the definition of life in todays society? As "we" think and as "they" think. (Because the deeper things we don't fully understand)&lt;br /&gt;Good Question: Deos depth have to be applied to everything we ask about anything serious. (Or is it that we just have to have a reason for fear of discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH... Crap! If I could only type as fast as I think. Crap!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Gods love be with you and all your grace filled blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116105937859895545?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116105937859895545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116105937859895545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116105937859895545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116105937859895545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeaaaaaaah-haaa-naa-haa-i-can-run-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116071721514794811</id><published>2006-10-12T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:26:55.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHH-FOO!!! I thought i could run. Ha Na Ha. (yes N!) We ran in Pomeroy today. My legs litterally quit after a mile and a half because I "overdid" it. It sucked. I was quite mad in fact. Because since I "DQ'd" myself. (disqualified not Dairy Queen) My team would not be scored. OOps, sorry sam there goes your chance for state. Gee. Whatever, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLOG WARS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a state, in a county, in a city, or three, came the bloggers of the "deeper meaning". Some of the few left. They blogg their deep thoughts, and feelings... But for what... What's it all for. Ourselves? To get people to feel sorry for us? Just to let people know we're suffering the same things they do? Their not the only one's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But really, after all that somewhat negative thought... Or is it really negative? Is it the truth? I love the life questions about natural human things that we can't explain. SO MANY questions!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we blog? IS the question.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, what idiot is not thinking. It's almost so many things we can't wrap our head around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To say Hello, the cute little "Hi's" of today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have people see our suffering. The want for attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Point out things in our suffering that points out things that can help them Not suffer later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To simply follow the crowd... MYSPACE.com=demoralization of Correct Unity. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To share thoughts and feelings. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consolidate eachother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self-gratification?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The deeper???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the good question? Why am I, this very day, posting this very blog, with these very words? What am I doing? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently I suffer from the Generation "y", symptoms. The "?" (why?) AND I'm just looking for an answer that I cannot find because of the massive blurr of right and wrong, good and evil, society and thought put together. Our minds wrapped around our matierial things because that's what our society and generation has been manipulated into. The want to belong. Can't "stand out" because feeling "out there" doesn't feel good, so therefore we go with the flow and be one who does'nt stand up for what he believes or just the feeling of humbleness. Because it is so much easier to do wrong than right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God help US!!! Were so lost only going downhill faster by the day. Can you feel the decay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116071721514794811?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116071721514794811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116071721514794811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116071721514794811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116071721514794811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahh-foo-i-thought-i-could-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116062844030100430</id><published>2006-10-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:47:20.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally ran!!! Yes, I can run. I'm officially a cross-country runner. Yesterday I ran in my first cross-country meet. But, theres only three meets left. So it was almost like a now or never situation. I kept up with the fast boy Samuel up untill the two mile mark but then I pooped out. I finished 26 of 37 and ran a 23:40. It's not bad, but it is pretty good. I would have loved to run a 22. But I walked for four minutes. Hey, people think cross-country is a living hell but once your out there it's actually really fun. And the team becomes your family. It's cool. It was a good day. Theres so much more to chit chat about but I'm blind and tired. So I hoped i spelled all the words right. Seizure latrer!&lt;br /&gt;Fo shizzizzle my dizzle, shank'in youz bez my mission. Cuz, you gone done walked in my   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Shank"tuary!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry if you did'nt undersatand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116062844030100430?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116062844030100430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116062844030100430' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116062844030100430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116062844030100430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-finally-ran-yes-i-can-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116043807341259647</id><published>2006-10-09T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:16:58.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And of all the days of the week, finally the "good" Monday. But victoria was'nt there so the group was a tad more "out", than normal... But after that rally this weekend I went to school and I think I went through the whole day without saying a bad word. Maybe I did but I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm doing really well but ya know Ize got a ton of homework. (But who does homework?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happens to those who wait besides a waste of time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the prolonged hours of the day, I wait for sleep, but none comes untill the hours have passed and the sun has gone down. (I can't wait till bedtime)&lt;br /&gt;The "blog-aholics" disease exists. I think I have a symptom or two. (twitch* as eyesight degenerates into nothingness.)&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha! Got a funny joke I just thought up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was alone(before time had existed), and before he made the angels, he made Chuck Norris. God and Chuck Norris wrestled, played football, sat under some newly made stars and made little planets and watched eachother destroy them. God and Chuck Norris were bored so God with the most power made some Angels to play with, like a whole football team!!! So God and Chuck Norris played football and Chuck Norris Lost!!! Chuck Norris has never lost anything, even to God. The angel that had made Gods team the winning touchdown's name was Lucifer. Chuck Norris then Roundhouse kicked Lucifer out of heaven, into hell. And creating the "big bang" made the universe and the planet Earth we know today. And God did not aprove of these actions so he sent Chuck Norris to Earth as his brother.(secretly of course)&lt;br /&gt;So should it really be the holy quartet? Father(God), Brother(Chuck Norris), Son(Jesus), Holy Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;This is the real story of everything. yeah, real fake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a good GOD day!!! Love God longtime!!!&lt;br /&gt;See ya later alligator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116043807341259647?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116043807341259647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116043807341259647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116043807341259647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116043807341259647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-of-all-days-of-week-finally-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116037568223958420</id><published>2006-10-08T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:34:42.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What an amazing weekend!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. The only Prep kid at the "That Life Rally", and its at Prep. Shame, shame, tisk, tisk. I felt dumb, like being the only one to show up to the "looser" kid's birthday party. But after about four minutes I realized that everyone else was missing out. (If you don't like talking to God and you'd rather go watch a movie at the theater, you shoud probably re-evaluate your things you do.)&lt;br /&gt;They say Prep kids are just "too busy" and don't "have time". God made you... The least anybody could do is spend some time with him. I did, and I feel real proud. And it's not like anyone else is going to read this besides the people I know. But I mean nobody? Out of 120 somethin kids and just me? the crazy bald one? I hope I was a good example of Prep, be'in crazy n' all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golly, I guess I just did my little "vent session." Anyway, about the great retreat everyone missed out on. See I'm still a little upset.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very amazing experience. (Besides my clobbered, bloody, nearly-broken leg... Ultimate frisbee in the dark. But it was fun.) Johnny leading prayer and worship. EVERYONE flippin singing, unlike somewhere else I've been. (cough* PREP!!! cough* cough*) You could feel the Holy Spirits presence and if I was'nt so blind I probably would have seen it. Fun games, everyone got along like good ol' pals, and the counselors had to be the coolest people I've ever met. All with their crazy life story like mine giving me more fire in my heart to live for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;And I got to stay the night with a bunch of strangers and my eye was and is all messed up.  But what the heck, huh? Life very good. Ize be'in vury pozitve rioght new!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fast forwarding to today the day of rest Sunday night. I went to the Saint Joes fun run and ran about three miles. It was good. Saw Laura, Alexis, and Dale. It was good. Got frustrated at my mom and sister. It was good. Sang at the saint Joe's masses. It was good. Was blessed enough even to just be alive on such a boringly good day. Thank you god for giving me these times to reflect on the things we need to because sometimes it gets tricky. Thank Jesus. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116037568223958420?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116037568223958420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116037568223958420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116037568223958420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116037568223958420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-amazing-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116010945944812388</id><published>2006-10-05T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:37:39.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How am I to help someone else if I cannot help myself?&lt;br /&gt;Big mistake in the saying above. We can all help ourselves. Nothing is insurmountable. God will never challenge you beyond your strength or test you beyond you will power. He will always forgive and has been forgiving. Mercy, Me.&lt;br /&gt;Life is never easy even if your a loaded rich dude with "the car", "the house", "the woman" (sounds like an object perhaps?) Life will have hurdles and pits full of snakes you have to jump over. And for the poor people it's like having a sprained ankle. Nothing is too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persistance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've learned in my short ever-waivering life, is the persistance it takes to do something. If you work at it you will achieve. I cannot commit to a 4.0 like some best friends of mine but I can strive to help others. There are only two really goos examples of helping others. I have persisted with these two people for the longest time. The first and hardest being my very own mother. God bless my mom. I've tried to help her see God more clearly quit her ba habbits and act and dress like a 40 year old mom. Like my friends moms. She is so hipocritical, about God, smoking, cursing and the way she dresses. She has become the "hoochy moma" she despieses so much. I love my mom so much, I've tried to help her so many times. Over and over. the same routine. I lecture her then she breaks down and cries and says and sees how bad she is really being, but then its like it blows away like dead leaves. And she's back to the same crap. But she is bi-polar. And we are in too much of a financial depression to get medication. That cannot be the only problem. I've told her God is the best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of all this stuff. But persistance! I will not give up because I will achieve in helping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a few other people I try to help. That one other person has a complex of complex's and cannot see the amazing person they are. So every day I try to give this person at least two compliments, but that friend does not always see what I say. But I don't expect them to just yet. That's why I haven't given up yet and I don't intend to any time soon!&lt;br /&gt;Persistance will lead you to achievment and you can apply it to a lot of situations. It's a very simple concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note... Those of you who have read all this, your really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm tired so right now there is no lighter note.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116010945944812388?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116010945944812388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116010945944812388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116010945944812388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116010945944812388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-am-i-to-help-someone-else-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116009411895365027</id><published>2006-10-05T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:21:58.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Can I mic the conga?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, we really don't need to."&lt;br /&gt;"What? why not?"&lt;br /&gt;"We don't need to!"&lt;br /&gt;"whatever."&lt;br /&gt;And thinking he's right, he mic's the conga.&lt;br /&gt;"ready?"&lt;br /&gt;"Totally!"&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;"BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"WHY DID YOU MIC THE CONGA?"&lt;br /&gt;"WHA'D YOU SAY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moral of the story is...&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to mic the conga.&lt;br /&gt;If you caught the minimal humor in this ""inside joke", well if ya caught it ya caught it.&lt;br /&gt;ODALE JAIME!!! (E on odale needs accent mark.) Question: Can you mic a conga?&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;This blog was completely pointless to the ninth power!!! My hands are freezing!*&lt;br /&gt;If I was anymore random It would be worthless to even talk. (crap* TYPE*) ha ha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;School is so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best way to teach is to model, set a good example." That is pretty true. Pretty like a girl I know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop typing.&lt;br /&gt;This blog had to be the epitome of a blog. A blog is ablog is a blog. Where am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116009411895365027?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116009411895365027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116009411895365027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116009411895365027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116009411895365027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/can-i-mic-conga-no-we-really-dont-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-116002569138370942</id><published>2006-10-04T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:21:31.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Then God made chocolate. God liked chocolate so much... Well you get the point.!?&lt;br /&gt;"Its okay to be slow, just look how long turtles live." &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm two sided. Ha, but whos not? Is asking a question just to grab the attention off yourself? If it is, I just asked two. (looks a little down-hill...)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm really religious but not at school! Why!? And its a Catholic School!!! Golly, "Peer presure at the maximum at private schools!" I see the headlines now. Yeah so I'll "spill my cup of abundant religious spirituality" on the "internet". Gah, is this trully any better? I don't know. Probably. "The lord is my shepard, there is nothing I shall lack." Psalm 23:1, Oh, boy I just got sheered.(ha ha*)&lt;br /&gt;If you are a male and you've never written poetry or a song, you should try. If all you write about is the lonley tears and cutting your wrists,(WHO DOES THAT???) God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life of loss,paying more than it costs.&lt;br /&gt;This dreary world,supporting dull lives.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Only all this is true,when we're misconstrued,&lt;br /&gt;by the moral decay, which we face today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the rhyming pattern is cute. But So is V. D.-Y. L. (Those are innicials.)&lt;br /&gt;heres one more about the people of today. Wow thats to generall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look in their eye's,&lt;br /&gt;these strangers I see,&lt;br /&gt;feeling their thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;seeing their wants,&lt;br /&gt;the last glimmers of innocence,&lt;br /&gt;gone with no care,&lt;br /&gt;and all I wonder is it "they're" all,&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today brings what tomorrow never knows and what yesterday never knew... LIVE IT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was a little more enjoyable.  I got a good blog on persistance coming. Yeah, also refered to as effort...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-116002569138370942?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116002569138370942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=116002569138370942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116002569138370942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/116002569138370942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/then-god-made-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-115985243613316213</id><published>2006-10-02T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:13:56.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"There is no shortcut to anyplace worth going."&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes to catch up you must slow down first."&lt;br /&gt;Wise sayings for those who "ponder" to ponder on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a blog about Temptation. This is what I grasped from my short "as it has been so far" life on the temptation that we all face today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEMPTATION=to do wrong or evil by influence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation is all around us. Mostly being the people around us. But as I reflected on this type of temptation I saw that I too am this temptation to others. And we don't see that we are used by evil, being made a temptation to an other for them to do bad. And this temptation "maker" is immposible to escape. Especially the harder we try to be good. The better people we become the harder the devil pokes and prods and throws these near aviodable temptations at us. I fear temptation, for it might get me some day. The simplest things can ruin a life... Temptation eats at our souls and consciouses until we break under the pressure. But God is the only one who can help us avoid the sin, and live clean lives.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;"For where your treasure is, there also will be your heart."&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-115985243613316213?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115985243613316213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=115985243613316213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/115985243613316213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/115985243613316213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-is-no-shortcut-to-anyplace-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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-35415331.post-115984259299076606</id><published>2006-10-02T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:32:52.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Lost and found city bound. "&lt;br /&gt;Lost man now found. Was lost to the world full of confusion.. Now I see it is all a dillusion.&lt;br /&gt;Whats here now will stay for a while, beause now I know whats right, in my heart and my head.&lt;br /&gt;Posting my thoughts on a page of letters, what else to do before it gets better? But its already good.&lt;br /&gt;Whos complaining??&lt;br /&gt;On these pages I'll share my feelings, so I hope you can see the good inside of me...and,&lt;br /&gt;The good inside of Us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"yOur morals suck!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Separated we stand, United we fall...)&lt;br /&gt;and yes I'm a part of this nation too.&lt;br /&gt;And I care...&lt;br /&gt;I like my religion, I'm not afraid to say it. I like my private school I'm not afraid to say it. I go with what I think and feel is right, and I don't really care what the "Cool Kids" say or even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do these things. So can you... Ahh, here's the question. What is right? Or whats wrong? What do you care about inside? Or do YOU just go with the flow? Why don't you stand up for what is right? Girls dress like whores so you do too, or you don't say anything you just watch them demoralize themselves. Essencially turn themselves into "objects". They almost bring it upon themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Don't you stand up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn't make us to destroy eachother.IF YOU don't believe in God why don't you just pray to him, just once, when your down. Thats all it takes for God, just the slightest sincere want of him in your life and it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stuff you see on TV. Is it really Okay? Theres little four year olds watching and others like you. And the more we are pounded by the selling of sex to make money and "up ratings", the more we brainwashed into thinking it is okay... But, It's Not!&lt;br /&gt;And all this crap on TV and the internet is ruining "US", the next generation of America, to raise kids that will turn out worse than us, resulting in a living hell and chaos. (Not like thats whats already happening.) America needs a reesatablishment of Morals, and the basis to that is a firm foundation in religion. Yes, this is true. (Do you see religion on TV?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have freedom of speech and religion so we decide to take the "God" out of the pledge of alleigance even though we have the freedom just to not say it. So America has decided to have the freedom to rot the minds of the children and forget about the Religious aspect. Do you see whats Happening? Where is America going? How much more worse will it get before it even thinks about getting better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid your age who's not afraid to say what he belivies is right, and say what is wrong. Where are you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35415331-115984259299076606?l=randandilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115984259299076606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35415331&amp;postID=115984259299076606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/115984259299076606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35415331/posts/default/115984259299076606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randandilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost-and-found-city-bound.html' title=''/><author><name>Randandilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08564315518103410121</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></feed>
