﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>somethingawesome's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from somethingawesome</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome</link></image><item><title>Monday, March 05, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/574772497/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/574772497/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 14:23:54 GMT</pubDate><description>Okay, I'll explain adsense. If you go to &lt;A href="http://www.google.com/adsense" target="_new"&gt;www.google.com/adsense&lt;/A&gt; you can sign up to put ads and referrals and search bars on your site, the more people click on the google ads or referrals, the more money you get for having advertised for google. I have a grand total of $0.00 because no one clicks on my stuff, which is sad. So yeah go to that website I told you too last time, plus I've got some decent posts there.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/574772497/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, February 28, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/573609554/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/573609554/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 14:22:57 GMT</pubDate><description>Yo guys. Go here &lt;A href="http://commonsense-sora.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;http://commonsense-sora.blogspot.com/&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;because I can put adsense up there and make money..</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/573609554/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, July 06, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/505213906/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/505213906/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jul 2006 15:03:23 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;fine. here's a &lt;EM&gt;reeeal&lt;/EM&gt; update.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Basically, orientation at GCC was pretty awesome, except that I met this one reeeally nerdy guy that was going on about his life-size cardboard&amp;nbsp;cutout of han solo. yeah. my thoughts exactly. I mean, I consider myself somewhat nerdy sometimes with the whole anime thing, but SERIOUSLY. a poster of amanda bynes is as far as I've gone, and that's just being a guy. Anyway, the rest of orientation was nerd-free, and the lunch was good.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In other news, I guess I should tell my car accident story. Okay, basically,&amp;nbsp;this summer I didn't want to get a full time job because I got a lot of money from graduation. Sooo, I got a job valet parking. It's a contracting company so we do&amp;nbsp;a bunch of different jobs at&amp;nbsp;different places, and this one was at the columbia country club. So yeah. I can't really drive stick, see..and they asked&amp;nbsp;me to go pick up this guy's really expensive jaguar. So I get into the car, and see that&amp;nbsp;it's a stick shift. I think, &lt;EM&gt;hmm well I've done this like twice ever, but I don't wanna run all the way back. yeah, I think I&amp;nbsp;can just ride the clutch there.&lt;/EM&gt; YEAH RIGHT.&amp;nbsp;I start the car, and put in the break and the clutch. take off the parking&amp;nbsp;break. put it into first gear.&amp;nbsp;the car is really loud at this point, like screaming&amp;nbsp;"you'd think I was&amp;nbsp;a v12!" i turn the wheels alll the way to the left (which is AWAY from the cadillac, as you see from the diagram below). And then....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; \&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;WBR&gt;&amp;nbsp;\&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;WBR&gt;&amp;nbsp;\&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;cady &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&lt;WBR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and yes they were slanted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\/&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;WBR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;WBR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; \&amp;nbsp;_________\_________\&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;WBR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;\&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;/\&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; \&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;WBR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; \&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;WBR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; \&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;WBR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; \&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;\&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;...I'm not really sure what happened. All I know is that I did something very wrong and the jaguar, disregarding the direction the wheels were turned, rammed right into the cadillac.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;so, in mastercard terms,&lt;BR&gt;dented front cadillac door - $1500&lt;BR&gt;scratched and dented&amp;nbsp;back cadillac door - $1500&lt;BR&gt;dented front corner of jaguar - $2000&lt;BR&gt;rental cars to drive the owners around - $1000&lt;BR&gt;realizing that I not only had crashed the two most expensive cars in the parking lot, but also had crashed into the guest of honor's cadillac (celebrating 50 wonderful years of marriage) - priceless.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Oh and by the way, I didn't have to pay anything, the owners were cool with it, and my bosses were cool with it. Once again, I escape unscathed.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Edit for Michy: Oh yeah, and Jr. Camp was awesome...umm I made a shirt. lol&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/505213906/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, July 05, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/504875125/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/504875125/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jul 2006 17:03:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Sooo....I'm pretty much just updating this because its been like half a year since I have. There. Its updated.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/504875125/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, December 18, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/408671825/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/408671825/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 03:33:49 GMT</pubDate><description>woo! i got in to gcc</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/408671825/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, November 24, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/393287877/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/393287877/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2005 00:58:48 GMT</pubDate><description>it's snowing!</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/393287877/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, November 13, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/386564176/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/386564176/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 17:17:49 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;So I went to GCC over the weekend and had my interview and all, which went really well. Basically, if I get in, I'm going. And if I dont get in...well there's just a very small chance of that. So here are my reasons for going here instead of a big university.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;1) This is really the most important reason to me.&amp;nbsp;I want an environment where I can make good christian friends that will last past college, and where I don't have to deal with all the stuff I might deal with at a big university, so I can study and get the good grades I need. Because I need to focus on my studies, and I don't want to feel like I have to talk to my roommate all the time about his drinking and bringing girls into the room, or deal with the peer pressure of going to all the parties and stuff. I mean, yeah, it could happen that I get a really good roommate and stuff and everything went fine, but thats not a chance I want to take when my future depends on how well I learn the stuff in college. In grad school I can just rent an apartment off campus and commute so I can go to a big university then.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;2) For engineering, like science and math, according to my dad, most of what I'd learn in undergrad is more theoretical stuff and I won't need like amazing labs and stuff till grad school. And I looked at the gcc labs and they're still nice, and the classrooms are nice, and they have everything I'd need in undergrad studies.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;3) Especially since I want to go onto law school afterwards, I need to go to a place where the engineering dept is really good but the environment is great to study in so I can get a good gpa to get into a big well known law school, hopefully harvard law.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;4) This way, I can hopefully get good grades, but from a school known for the rigor of the engineering/science depts. So even if I decide to go on to get an MA or PhD in engineering or physics and not go to law school, I can still get into a school like MIT that has all the labs and stuff that I will need for grad school.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;And thats why I'm going to gcc and not a big university, even though I'm doing electrical engineering. Oh and the gcc buildings are really nice too.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/386564176/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, November 01, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/378355099/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/378355099/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2005 00:19:01 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;don't you sometimes wish that you could find out exactly what was going on in someones head? like find out exactly how they thought about you so you'd know to do the right thing? or like to know exactly why they think the way they do?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I think life would be so much easier that way..maybe more painful sometimes...but definitely easier..&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/378355099/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, October 27, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/375269523/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/375269523/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2005 01:11:06 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;anyway readers, I got a myspace, and you now may&amp;nbsp;have the distinctive pleasure of visiting it through this &lt;A href="http://www.myspace.com/stillsomethingawesome" target="_new"&gt;link&lt;/A&gt; as much as you want. yes. you are special.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;.....aren't you excited?&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/375269523/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, October 24, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/373862660/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/373862660/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 22:28:24 GMT</pubDate><description>hmm well this weekend was good but tiring. saturday i went to school to help fix a bunch of the new computers, and then after a few hours went home and met jessica, who's justin's friend from gcc that ives near here.&amp;nbsp; and then colvin and the davis's came over for sme games and we had some euchre going, and then amy emily and janet came over, and its always nice to talk to them. anyway they didnt leave till 1am and i didnt go to bed till maybe 1 30. sunday was church and then i played myst IV pretty much all day. and i beat it at midnight. anyway that was my weekend</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/somethingawesome/373862660/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>