<?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-18855944</id><updated>2012-02-07T14:42:24.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fight the tide</title><subtitle type='html'>society is going one way and i am fighting to go the other.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-116294340196134174</id><published>2006-11-07T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:54:40.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my football banquet was last night and it was awesome. there were a good 400 people that attended. the coaches gave out awards for certain things rewarding those who did a great job. they only gave these awards to a select few of us. i think there were about eight people that received one. needless to say, i was awarded with the special teams player of the year award. i was given a plaque with my name and stuff engraved on it. i felt really special. as the night went on i was getting bored and was happy that the end was near. coach bendix (the head coach) went up to the front and started the closing thoughts. i wasn’t really paying attention until he said my name. this is what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" before i end tonight, i want to talk about josh garner. he was our unsung hero of the year. we couldn’t have done what we did without him on our team."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said all of this out of the blue and he only talked about me. to make this even better he said these exact words and i quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" josh garner is the reason that we went 9-0."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so surprised that he said those words and everyone clapped for me. i don’t want to sound like i am bragging, but i am very excited about it. that was pretty much what went down last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i had an art project that i was supposed to finish by monday morning before school that i hadn’t started yet (keep in mind that this was sunday night after ignite). i wanted to use billy somehow in my picture. i went up to the church around midnight to take a picture of him. yes they were still up there eating jimmy johns. it took me until 4 a.m. to finish, but the point is that it is done. if you don’t understand it, it is about something my dad talked about a couple of weeks ago. it is about the two japanese words tatemae and hin'ne. i wanted to show that there is always two parts of a human being. the part that everyone sees, and the hidden part that no one sees. i think that i did a pretty good job portraying these ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/tatemae%20and%20hon%27ne%20final%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/tatemae%20and%20hon%27ne%20final%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to beth's basketball tryouts and i was offered an assistant coaching job with pete ryan. i am now the proud assistant coach of the second grade girls basketball team. it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that has been my life as of late and thanks for reading this because it shows that you care. it means a lot. one more thing is that i have a new e-mail account. it is joshgarne@gmail.com (yes there is no "r" at the end of it because that is how i wanted it. done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the unsung hero (josh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-116294340196134174?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116294340196134174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=116294340196134174&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/116294340196134174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/116294340196134174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/life.html' title='life...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-116140123357702184</id><published>2006-10-20T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:27:13.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9-0...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/DSC_0677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/DSC_0677.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can somebody say valley champs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-116140123357702184?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116140123357702184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=116140123357702184&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/116140123357702184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/116140123357702184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/9-0.html' title='9-0...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-116085012309174062</id><published>2006-10-14T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:22:04.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>homecoming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/Homecoming%202006%20%2823%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/Homecoming%202006%20%2823%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was our homecoming game. not only did we beat a team that we haven't beaten since '99, but i made a cool memory. this thursday my grandparents came to watch me play some football. i am the only garner boy that has actually played on varsity. one of my dads dreams was to watch me play football with his dad, and last night he did just that. i am very glad that he was able to do something that he really wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/Homecoming%202006%20%2826%29%20crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/Homecoming%202006%20%2826%29%20crop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sad note, biz didn't win homecoming queen. i was really hoping that she would, but she is ok with it. she did look very beautiful in her dress though. now all of you ladies out there, if you really want to impress your man, then follow biz's example. last night, they announced the king and queen at half-time. they all had to dress up so biz was wearing her dress and a little cape. keep in mind that it was freezing and she could have gone home after half-time, but she chose to stay, freeze her butt off,  and watch me play until the end. thanks biz for staying because it means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                          thanks for coming billy and troy because you guys are amazing and it means a lot that you came, even though you left after half-time. and thanks to the rest of you for coming, even if you came to see who won king and queen and then left after half-time, it means a lot. and if you didn't come to see me play at all, then you missed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/Billy-Troy%20wierd%20faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/Billy-Troy%20wierd%20faces.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-116085012309174062?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116085012309174062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=116085012309174062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/116085012309174062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/116085012309174062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/homecoming.html' title='homecoming...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-116036356388747266</id><published>2006-10-08T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:29:36.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>flint central.</title><content type='html'>i had a game on friday at flint central. no one really came and that is why i am going to tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was running down the field and i hit this kid really hard, so he grabbed a hold of me and tripped me. he fell underneath me and i still had my footing. he then proceeded to wrap his legs around me and try and hold me there. this obviously is a penalty and a dumb thing to do. i turned around and punched/palmed his face-mask as hard as i could (because i was mad), he let go of me, and i ran to the football. i did not get a penalty for it and i was happy. he didn't mess with me for the rest of the game because i broke his face-mask (my dad told me after the game) ...and yeah, they are made out of metal.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-116036356388747266?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116036356388747266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=116036356388747266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/116036356388747266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/116036356388747266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/flint-central.html' title='flint central.'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-115793855041570371</id><published>2006-09-10T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:35:50.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>o.j. horcrux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/oj%20horcrux%20wallpaper%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/oj%20horcrux%20wallpaper%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think you could have a new favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-115793855041570371?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115793855041570371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=115793855041570371&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115793855041570371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115793855041570371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/oj-horcrux.html' title='o.j. horcrux'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-115750765848364476</id><published>2006-09-05T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:54:18.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/100_5364.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so ready for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-115750765848364476?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115750765848364476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=115750765848364476&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115750765848364476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115750765848364476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-school.html' title='oh school...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-115704716376474366</id><published>2006-08-31T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:59:24.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort McDoogle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;summer is sadly coming to an end. i had kaleb and kurt spend the night and we thought of the most glorious thing to do...ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to build our very own fort. you know, like the ones you and i both did when we were kids! yeah, it was fun. we sat in it. we played video games in it. we ate in it. we looked at it. it was awesome. we even made it so that we had out very own ventalation system, so i guess you can say that we are genious. we thought about making our own sewer system, but it didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'t really work out...now i have a stain on my carpet. oh well. here are some pictures of it, so you can all get really jealous now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_5339.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is kaleb being....well, kaleb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_5334.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is what kurt looks like in his soccer uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_5337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is what i look like trying to be kurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_5332.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kurt wasn't being very nice, so we locked him in our jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_5347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we played nascar: total team control 2006. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_5331.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you don't want to mess with the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5327.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_5327.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is kurt in action with his friend on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5328.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_5328.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i broke the leg on one of the couches. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5320.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_5320.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is our look-out hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_5318.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is kaleb finishing up the fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_5325.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_5325.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is fort mcdoogle in all of its glorious wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-115704716376474366?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115704716376474366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=115704716376474366&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115704716376474366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115704716376474366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/fort-mcdoogle.html' title='Fort McDoogle.'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-115410096246541435</id><published>2006-07-28T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:36:02.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life as it is so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;football. oh boy. i have just completed my very last year of football camp, and yes i am overly excited. on a down note, two-a-days start up next monday. for those of you who don’t know what that means, they are days where we have two practices in them. 9-11:30 then 3-5:30. i get to do that for about two weeks. oh golly i just cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life. i have actually been thinking about my life a lot lately. i have been so blessed with wonderful people in my life. i would like to start off with billy and troy. those guys mean so much to me and i look up to them a lot. i will be very sad when they have to leave and go to seminary, but i am so thankful for the time spent with them now. i only look forward to our times together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;mike lauckner. probably one of the coolest kids that i know, and i think i could safely call him one of my closest friends. this may sound mean but i don’t think i would have thought that mike would be one of my closest friends a couple of years ago. i am very glad that our friendship has grown and will only continue to grow as the years go on. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;now some of you may get mad at me for writing this, but i don’t care any more (in a nice way). the last person that i want to write about is biz van tiflin. Our relationship has grown so much over the past couple of months, and has turned into a relationship that i never knew could be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;she means so much to me and i am extremely thankful for her place in my heart. every moment spent with her, life seems better. you may be thinking that this is dumb, but i want you to know that i am only telling you the truth and i am not afraid to tell anyone how i feel about things anymore. biz is one of the best things that has happened in my life in a long time. i am so thankful for the time spent with her and i cant wait for our relationship to grow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;those are only a few people that i have been blessed with in my life. thank you guys so much for being such great friends to me. you seriously have no idea how much you guys mean to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-115410096246541435?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115410096246541435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=115410096246541435&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115410096246541435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115410096246541435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-as-it-is-so-far.html' title='life as it is so far...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-115290102842785956</id><published>2006-07-14T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:19:58.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>detroit again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to detroit again to go to the tigers game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had hot dogs and nachos, and they were scrumptious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously they won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin was my buddy and we cheered them to victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture of me, but i had no clue that it was being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_49561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/100_49561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p.s.  on wed. night, kevin and i had a brilliant plan to see mike lauckner before all of you could. after ignite was over, we grabbed our sleeping bags and pillows and headed of to mikes house. we set up camp right in the middle of his front yard and waited.  we had no clue as to when he would be coming home, but we followed through with the mission anyway. kurt found out our top secret plan and he joined in later on but i am glad that he did. we hung out there for about an hour and a half, and finally he pulled into his driveway. i was overwhelmed with joy and i greeted him with a whole-hearted hug. it was a great time and we talked for a bit until it was time for us to leave so we said our good-bye's, and departed from each others company. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-115290102842785956?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115290102842785956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=115290102842785956&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115290102842785956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115290102842785956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/detroit-again.html' title='detroit again...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-115262471474354386</id><published>2006-07-11T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T09:31:54.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the zoo</title><content type='html'>i went to the detroit zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were all alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/100_4887.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-josh                                                                                             (those are whale ribs...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-115262471474354386?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115262471474354386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=115262471474354386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115262471474354386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115262471474354386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/zoo.html' title='the zoo'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-115077648201284756</id><published>2006-06-19T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:08:02.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>you saved me&lt;br /&gt;you know me&lt;br /&gt;you told me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;i found you&lt;br /&gt;i want you&lt;br /&gt;i need you more than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to tell you&lt;br /&gt;the way i really feel&lt;br /&gt;so receive my thanks to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for choosing me&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being here&lt;br /&gt;thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you care for us&lt;br /&gt;you thought of us&lt;br /&gt;through all the times that we were lonely&lt;br /&gt;we're thankful&lt;br /&gt;so thankful&lt;br /&gt;to have a best friend like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me be one that follows you&lt;br /&gt;help me be a light that shines for you&lt;br /&gt;help me be one that lives for you&lt;br /&gt;in all i do i want to praise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been writing songs too and billy inspired me to show mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-115077648201284756?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115077648201284756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=115077648201284756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115077648201284756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/115077648201284756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-114911803353242583</id><published>2006-05-31T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:44:12.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>senior sneak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to start off this assemblage of words, i would like to make it known that life is great! seriously, for me, nothing could be better right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as many of you know, senior sneak was this past weekend. it was a blast. i had some expectations that i based on from previous years, and they were blown out of the water. it was no where near what i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once our caravan hit the rode, i think i can safely say that everyone was overly excited. the car ride was long, but fun. once we arrived in the tennessee area, kaleb and i discovered that we had puppets in the back of the car. we pulled them out and stuck them out of the window. it was pretty funny looking because all you could see was this little puppet body flying outside the car window. people laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we arrived at our destination point (pigeon forge, tn) everyone was awakened with a charge of excitement and energy. we unpacked and went to eat at mr. gatti's. not very good, but fun none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day we went on our trek through cades cove. i had a lot of fun on this day. on our hike back from the abrams fall, biz and i got into a little mud fight. i think i started it by kicking some mud on her. she tried her best to get me back by stomping in mud, but when we passed every mud puddle, i would just pick her up so that she couldn’t touch the ground. she eventually got me back then grabbed a handful of mud and chased me about a mile through the trail, but i was just too fast. she claims that she won the battle, and i will give it to her, but we all know who the real victor is. that night, beth morris, biz and i were sitting in the living room area, and i decided to see how many green mike-and-ikes i could fit in my mouth. if you guessed 202, you were right. i think i made a world record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day we went into pigeon forge. all of the males bought a blow gun. those are awesome. again, biz and i had to battle it out with blow guns. it all started when i faintly blew a plastic thing at her and it hit her leg. for the rest of the day, she tried to get me back, which she did, but at the wrong time because i had mine in my hand. after being hit, i shot without aiming, thinking i wouldn’t hit her, but i did. i felt really bad so i stopped for the rest of the weekend. biz, you can say that you won that battle because i am a jerk, and i am really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that same day we went to play mini golf at like 10:00 p.m. we all had to draw cards to see who would be on the same team (i.e. hearts, spades, diamonds) and depending on the number of your card was how you found your partner. somehow biz and i became partners. we both drew hearts and i had a 5 and she had a 6. it was really weird. once we got to the greens, biz and i had to learn how to become teammates. let me be the first to say that it was tough. i am terrible at mini golf and biz wasn’t the brightest of the bunch either (sorry). we eventually figured out that instead of tearing each other down and being sarcastic, encouragement was the key to success. once we did that our game improved. by the end we both had a score of 58. yes, we tied and yes the hearts came in last place. yet another strange happening between us. i still had tons of fun even though my partner was...not cooperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was the day that a select few made breakfast for the group. i said that i would make sausage, and let me tell you that "&lt;i&gt; i made some sausage"&lt;/i&gt;. it was scrumptious...i think. my co-cooks were garrett and cameron. garrett was the master of bacon and cameron was the egg man. they did a splendid job as well. they can make breakfast for me any time. after breakfast, we went into gatlinburg. we did this thing called an alpine slide which was pretty fun. you got to take like what felt like an hour long ride ski-lift thing up to the top of a mountain. you then got in line and grabbed this little cart with wheels. what you did was ride it down this curvy cement track down the mountain. it wasn’t as exhilarating as i thought, but it still gave me a rush of adrenaline. one really funny thing that happened while we were in gatlinburg was something that seth did. he went into this hot sauce store, lied about his age, and tried the hottest stuff they had. i personally did see it, but i saw him speed walking out of the store with tears in his eyes, waving his hands by his mouth, and looking like he was about to die. it was a rare sight to see. seth, you are a funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might not be a good thing but the song miss new booty by bubba sparxxx (which after much playing time was appropriately banned from our ears) was sadly our theme song. i even had to sing it for the hard rock cafe staff because they had never heard of it before. after saying that, i think i have hit all of the major points for me that happened at senior sneak. i truly enjoyed everyone’s company, and the experiences that we all had together. after this trip i really do feel connected with all of you. i think that god did some amazing things in our lives over memorial day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is long but here are some pictures...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%28349%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%28349%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is seth with that hot sauce in his mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%28346%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%28346%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is cameron rockin' on from the birthday that we celebrated at hard rock cafe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%28258%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%28258%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the guys in line for the alpine slide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%28241%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%28241%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beth loves picture and i think it is cool too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%28210%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%28210%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me and garrett lookin' beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%28169%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%28169%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is biz and it made me laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%28152%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%28152%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me attracting the ladies...as you can see they all have their eyes on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%28127%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%28127%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the breakfast crew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%28123%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%28123%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is cameron and i making meat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%28119%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%28119%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me at the 100 mike-and-ike marker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%2810%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me playing with hank on the way there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%2835%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%2835%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the group crossing a bridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%2882%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%2882%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me on one of the many awesome rides that pigeon forge has to offer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ss%202006%20%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/ss%202006%20%2814%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is everyone minus my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOSH%7E1.MIK/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-114911803353242583?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114911803353242583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=114911803353242583&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114911803353242583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114911803353242583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/senior-sneak.html' title='senior sneak...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-114591640864977494</id><published>2006-04-24T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:06:50.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my new hobby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4649.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_4649.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as most of you know, i have recently been accepted into the world of Tropical Smoothie Cafe. this job is pretty amazing. i get to do cool things like...make smoothies, and sweep, and stay up really late doing nothing. i know that it sounds like any other ordinary job, but it isn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;about two weeks ago, it was a slow saturday at work. we needed ways to get people in so that we could have some money. one of the people from corporate brought in a smoothie costume. of course, i was all over being the smoothie guy. i thought that it would be some stupid little costume, but i was wrong. it was huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;once i got in, you couldn’t even see me. that is why i had so much fun doing it. i could be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;complete idiot and no one would know that it was me. here is a picture so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that you can see how big it actually is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4646.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_4646.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; since you have read this, i hope that one day you will come down to tropical smoothie cafe, and dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-114591640864977494?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114591640864977494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=114591640864977494&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114591640864977494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114591640864977494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-new-hobby.html' title='my new hobby...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-114391444191016375</id><published>2006-04-01T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T13:05:52.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as most of you know, i recently went on an art trip to chicago. there were about twenty-three talented, yet eager, art students who attended this trip. we all got to pile onto a train at 6:30 in the morning. i was pretty excited to go on a train since i had never been on one before. it took about six hours to get into chicago, and no we didn’t get held up by any cowboys (although that would have been pretty sweet). we were only going to be there for thursday and friday. once we arrived in chicago, we had to go to our hotel. we stayed at the luxurious sheridan inn. that hotel is the nicest hotel that i have ever been in. we had to go find our rooms and ours was on the twentieth floor. when we boarded the elevator, i expected it to go a normal speed. i was wrong. that thing flew up and down the hotel. since we couldn’t find our room, we had to keep riding the elevator until we found it. we rode it about seven times before we actually found the floor we were supposed to be on. needless to say, i didn’t feel to good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only 1:00 in the afternoon, so we had the rest of the day for doing what ever. knowing this, kurt keener, chris williams, and myself decided to explore the hotel. we went to the lowest floor and found out that there was a huge convention going on. it was a convention for electronic things. nothing cool, but stuff like garage door openers and things of that sort. we weren’t supposed to be in there but we went in anyways. we walked through the doors into this massive room acting like we owned the place. we went straight to the free popcorn stand. we each took about two bags and started to walk around. since it was a convention, there were free things galore. we started taking things that interested us and we happened to come across a stand that had yo-yos. we each took one and felt satisfied with our work. we decided to leave because security kept giving us weird looks because we were the only ones in there under the age of twenty-five, and we didn’t have cool name tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that sweet experience, we walked around the streets of chicago, with our yo-yos of course. since they were the cheap ones that don’t sleep, we couldn’t do any sweet tricks. that was ok though. i came up with the idea of street yo-yoing. all we had to do was jump up and down and do spins and stuff as we yo-yoed. imagine, three good-looking guys walking around in chicago with matching red yo-yos, doing the dumbest tricks ever. we looked like complete idiots, but we didn’t care. it was pure fun. we did it to impress the chicks, which i think we failed at, but i think they noticed us. i came up with the best idea ever though. i decided to run off the wall sideways and yo-yo. i looked awesome and people laughed. i believe that i was the superior yo-yoer. i was the only one who could do two at once, or run off the walls, and jump over things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is pretty much the only thing that we did in chicago. i could have done that for days. the only thing art related that we did was go to some art museum for a couple of hours. i thought it was semi-ok, but there was still some interesting things in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, that was all the awesome things that happened in chicago, and i will see most of you on sunday. i love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-114391444191016375?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114391444191016375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=114391444191016375&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114391444191016375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114391444191016375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/chicago.html' title='chicago'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-114314536949934584</id><published>2006-03-23T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:24:22.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>o.j. horcrux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/dsc_0166%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/dsc_0166%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so i found this sweet awesome picture of us o.j. horcruxers from afar taken when we were leading worship for the middle school retreat. i thought it looked pretty cool so i spiced it up a bit. i like it even better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that is all that i have to say. tootles! (haven't said that in a while)&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-114314536949934584?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114314536949934584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=114314536949934584&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114314536949934584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114314536949934584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/oj-horcrux.html' title='o.j. horcrux'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-114237228276514514</id><published>2006-03-14T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:18:53.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>newest creation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/josh%20art%204%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/josh%20art%204%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i told you guys that when i finished my latest picture, i would show it to you all. here it is sitting on my kitchen island in all of its majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no real meaning behind it, it is just a bunch of random things. i think that i really like it. i try to be modest when saying that but, i don’t think there is any other way of saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me a total of about a week, so maybe five hours. if you want to see it in real person, then come over and i will show you. if you don’t want to come over, then go see it in the mall art show when it comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that your days are full of greatness. that is all that i have to say for now so....lets walk up the side of a mountain. i like you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-josh&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/18855944-114237228276514514?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114237228276514514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=114237228276514514&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114237228276514514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114237228276514514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/newest-creation.html' title='newest creation...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-114193961448546545</id><published>2006-03-09T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T17:44:17.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/100_4538.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;life has been pretty exciting lately. i don’t want to go into detail, but it has been smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the best days ever was yesterday, when troy and i went sunglasses shopping. needless to say, it was amazing. we now are the coolest kids on the block. trust me. we are stylin'. of course, the day i get to wear them, it is cloudy. that made a little mad, but there will be a plentiful amount of sunny days ahead where i get to show off my masculinity through sunglasses wearing. i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished my art project today. that is something pretty exciting. i think it looks....pretty much awesome. i really want it to go in the mall art show. i will take a picture of it sometime and make a post on it so that you can all look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing has really gone on that is exciting. i don’t have and car crashes to talk about (like beth morris), or i didn’t build any snowmen. life is just going.......good. no excitement, just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snowdoubt was pretty fun. i like being in the band. i &lt;i&gt;always &lt;/i&gt;have a blast with those guys and girl. oh! there is one exciting thing. i am getting cameron (the ipod) fixed. this means that i will finally have music again. i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be going to chicago in a couple of weeks, so i am pretty excited about that. i am going with my art class and we will be looking at art things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to go now, and sorry that this post is so self centered, but isn’t that what blogger is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i tryed to make my picture look like the one billy took a while ago of him wearing sunglasses. i only try to idolize you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-114193961448546545?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114193961448546545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=114193961448546545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114193961448546545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114193961448546545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/exciting.html' title='exciting'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-114047090715095431</id><published>2006-02-20T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:44:13.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa, that was close....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/0015-0407-1509-0357_SM1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/0015-0407-1509-0357_SM1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was a normal day in the life of josh garner. as some of you know, my car has had a couple of brake problems lately. for those of you who dont know, my brakes have been extremely mushy and my car hasnt been stoping very well. i will be pulling up to a light and i will barely stop. i have to push down the brake all the way to the floor and it doesnt stop very well. anyways, this problem started only a couple of day ago, and it hasnt been too bad.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to drive it to school today, but i had no clue what was going to happen later on. school ended and all was well. alli told me that if i didnt take her home, she would hate me, so of course, i took her home. after that, i was on the way to my house. i pulled up to the light at center and mccarty, and i barley missed hitting the car infront of me. i honestly didnt know if i would make it home. i went down mccarty until i reached hemeter. i turned right because i thought that i could make it to the davis's house. i got to their street, and i wasnt stopping. i went right on by, and i felt like i was done for. i wanted to go to the davis's house so that i could avoid the light, but since i missed their street, i had to. i was about a house lengths away from the light and it was green. thank god for that, but all of a sudden, it turned yellow. i tried to stop but it wasnt happening. it then proceded to turn red. i wasnt at the light yet, so like any other dare devil, i floored it. i ran a red light. a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; red light. i was going about thiry-five miles an hour when i whipped the wheel and turned onto the nearest street. i jerked to a stop, by thrusting it into park. that is when the shivers and shakes came in. i was shaking just a little bit, but i called my dad to tell him that he should probably come and get me.&lt;br /&gt;we took it to the shop and it turns out that both the rear brake cylinders and the brake line was rusted through. yeah that is going to set me and my family back a few bucks.&lt;br /&gt;basically, i am just glad to be alive right now, so i will see all you guys later....i hope.&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;br /&gt;p.s. that picture is what i looked like speeding through the intersection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-114047090715095431?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114047090715095431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=114047090715095431&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114047090715095431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/114047090715095431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/02/whoa-that-was-close.html' title='whoa, that was close....'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113868012171445020</id><published>2006-01-30T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:02:01.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>middle school retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o.k. i know that this is long, but read it. i promise you it will be good!&lt;br /&gt;this past weekend, the high school band went and lead worship for the middle school retreat at michindoh. needless to say, i had bucket loads of fun. i have never felt the way that i did when i was there. i know that this sounds dumb, but i think that i had more fun there than any other retreat that i have been to in my life. that is a lot to say, but i know that it is true.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really know what to expect. we got everything all packed up, and i felt like i wasnt prepared enough to go lead a couple hundred kids in worship to the most glorious king ever. i was still very excited to go though.&lt;br /&gt;Jim Clunie was kind enough to take time out of his weekend to come and drive us down and hang out with us, and basically be our "guy". he is a very awesome person. when we arrived we had to set everything up and then wait for the sound guys to come. they were a little late, but they eventually got there. when everything was all set and ready to go it was time to practice, i couldnt wait for all the kids to get there and show them how awesome of a band that we are. i know that that is the total wrong mind set, but that is all that i could think about. we were sounding great during practice, but we wanted to make sure that everything was perfect, so we decided to practice a couple more songs. during the first song, i was really playing hard and thinking what people were going to think of me, when all of a sudden, my bass string (the one that i use the most) snapped at the end. i was shocked because of course, i didnt bring any extras, and we were three and a half hours from home. about ten seconds later, billy's string brakes, but lucky for him, he brought extras. i had no clue what i was going to do. here i am, without a much needed bass string, about ten minutes away from the opening of the doors. i freaked out for a while until we actually had to play. i had to play with a huge gap in the middle of my bass from where the string used to be. this was a total God thing to me. remember how i said that all i could think about was the cool things that i was going to do, and what people would think of me? well, inspite if all of this happening, God was showing me that i needed to remember why i was really there. It wasnt all the cool things i could do in front of hundreds of people, it was because i was there to lead others in worship to an almighty God. he made sure that i would focus on him by breaking a bass string, that was much needed to do cool things, and making me play simple things, and not worry about what people think.&lt;br /&gt;after i figured this out, the rest of the retreat went soundly. i did get an extra bass string from mikes dad. he had some at the church, and the old dave picked them up, and brought them to me. i was happy. after this experience, every time that i play, it feels different. it is better, but different. it feels like i am actually doing the right thing. i have the right heart and mindset to help others engage in worship.&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad that i was able to be with mike, kurt, billy, and abigail. i loved being with you guys and i am very proud of what you have accomplished, and what we have accomplished as a band. billy, i just want to say...wow. you did an amazing job at being our leader, and keeping us under control, and making sure that we were doing it for the right reason. i am sure that the rest of the band would agree. i love you man! and i love the rest of you guys too!&lt;br /&gt;another awesome thing that happened was that the band really grew. i think that we grew toghether, as a band, and we all grew spiritually. we all took something home with us; something that we learned from this awesome experience. after doing all of this, i cant wait for snow doubt. we get to do it all over again, but this time i will do it right.&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113868012171445020?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113868012171445020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113868012171445020&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113868012171445020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113868012171445020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/01/middle-school-retreat.html' title='middle school retreat'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113789607450806587</id><published>2006-01-21T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:14:34.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what’s the use in trading a law you can never keep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for one you can... that cannot get you anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the message that this line brings. i want you to think about it, and then tell me how it hit you or what you think it means. if you have no clue as to what it means, then i will tell you, but really  think hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113789607450806587?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113789607450806587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113789607450806587&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113789607450806587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113789607450806587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-law.html' title='a new law'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113771512011028278</id><published>2006-01-19T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T18:58:40.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>college</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_4502.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so latley i have really been thinking about college, and all the stuff that comes with it. i havent let anyone know that i have been thinking about it because it is a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt; as most of you know, i am an artist, and i am seriously thinking about being a graphics designer. i have been thinking about this for a while and when i think about my age, and how close i am to becoming a responsible adult, i get more and more excited. i know that this may sound weird to a lot of you, but i really do enjoy art and the fact that one day, i can do it for a profession just boggles my mind. i just found a college called Kendals School of Art and Design. it is located in Grand Rapids (which is awesome) and it has so many cool things in it. the thing i would mainly study in is Illistration-Digital Media. This involves things from drawing on the computer to making movies. i get excited when i think about taking these classes because i read the list of classes that i would have to take and all of them sound very fun to me. i know it is work, but for me, this is fun work. this is only the beginning of college searches, but this could be a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;now, all of you college kids are probably going to tell me that college is not what is seems, and you are not going to like it. i honestly think that i will like this school, and really learn from it in the hopes that one day i can become a graphics designer.&lt;br /&gt;ok well, i love you guys and i am sure that i will talk to you all later. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113771512011028278?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113771512011028278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113771512011028278&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113771512011028278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113771512011028278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/01/college.html' title='college'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113709824854977682</id><published>2006-01-12T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:37:28.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/100_4488.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i just went to the eye doctor a couple of days ago, and my eyes have become even more worse. i need glasses now because contacts wont help my vision anymore. i know you all feel bad for me, but this is all a joke. these are some glasses that my art teacher gave me. he found them in the back of his room and they look like they are millions of years old. i think that i might wear them on sunday or maybe even for the last day of exams. i am glad that those are almost over. i am so mad that billy got a video ipod too. i want one so bad and i dont think there are any signs of me getting one any time soon. oh well. my time will come. alright, i think that i am going to watch some scrubs and then maybe have a little pinch of the office. i will see you cool cats on the flip side. oh and dont see fantastic four! it sucked. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;                                 -josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113709824854977682?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113709824854977682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113709824854977682&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113709824854977682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113709824854977682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-went-to-eye-doctor-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113649654496289599</id><published>2006-01-05T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:29:04.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hook em' horns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/w_vincedive_372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/w_vincedive_372.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i beleive that all that i have to say is WOW! i am so happy that my team (the texas longhorns) have won the title of "National Champians." keep in mind that i have liked texas since about 3rd or 4th grade. i stayed up for a while to watch this amazing team defeat the undefeated, two time national champs, USC trojans. i love this vince young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113649654496289599?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113649654496289599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113649654496289599&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113649654496289599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113649654496289599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/01/hook-em-horns.html' title='hook em&apos; horns'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113632222129963899</id><published>2006-01-03T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:03:41.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it is all over now. i am very sad that we have to go back to jail. it really sucks. it seems like only a couple of days ago that the ever longed christmas break was right around the corner. wow, time fly's when you are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;i really did have fun though. i enjoyed being able to connect with my friends and spending some quality time with my immediate family. i really enjoyed spending time with alli and getting to know her even more than i thought. it was fun als. i seriously think there wasnt a day that went by where we didnt hang out. we even went shopping, and for me and alli, that just isnt something that we enjoy doing, but we made it fun.&lt;br /&gt;troy, i have to say that you have one-uped billy. i really appreciate you taking me and mike to T.G.I. Friday's for a delicious meal. we went there to go talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cribs,&lt;/span&gt; but we ended up not doing anything but have a friendly conversation about life. billy, in order to get even with troy, you need to supply me with an ipod. that is the only way that you can truly become number one in my book. actually, in my book, you are all number one. "everybody wins!" anyways, thanks troy and billy, you are just flat out awesome and i love each of you equally, no matter what i say about you guys. it will never change. unless, of course, one of you kills me, then i would have to like one or the other better. ok well enough about this, lets talk about.......&lt;br /&gt;i will let you decide what you would like to talk to me about, but in the mean time, here is a collection of horrible church signs that i have seen over the years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7:45  9:00  10:45......church......why bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take Back What Satan Stole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life Ain't No Dress Rehersal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We use Duct Tape To Fix Everything, God Uses Nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Souled Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Prevent Sinburn, Use Sonscrene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Prevent Truth Decay, Brush Up On Your Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Wont Be Too Busy To Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AIDS Cures Sodomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop, Drop, and Roll Does not Work In Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eternity is a long time to be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsunami-AIDS-War Do you hear me know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                        -God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                       Welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is hard to stumble when you are down on your knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The best vitamin for a christian is B1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now open on Sundays, Come on in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are U Crunk 4 Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God allows U turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is God? We'll Show you or pay you $10. &lt;-------- &lt;/span&gt;(no joke) i actually read that one!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gods favorite word is COME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now Taking reservations. Smoking or Non-Smoking------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so i thought that that would add a little bit of humor to your day. i know it made me laugh. ok well, i hope that you all had memorable holidays, and you will pass your exams!&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113632222129963899?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113632222129963899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113632222129963899&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113632222129963899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113632222129963899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-boy.html' title='oh boy'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113604180424545395</id><published>2005-12-31T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:10:49.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what should i name this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so here i am wide awake at 9:00 in the morning. i actually woke up at about 7:30 today. i feel kind of good because latley, i have been waking up around noon. i feel lazy when i do that. the break is almost over and, of course, i am sad. i really wish that these little breaks form school lasted longer. i think that when i was in elementary school, christmas break was like 2 whole school weeks, and then some. oh my how the times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, for some reason, i was in the mood to watch a scary movie yesterday, so me and alli went to rent "boo". it was rated R, and alli is not allowed to rent anything R because her dad told blockbuster not to let her do it, so we had to improvise. we rented the "boogey man." let me tell you that it is dumb and dont watch it because it isnt even scary, and for those of you who truly know me, you know that i get scared by "scary movies." i will admit that i was scared to watch it at first, but as soon as it started, i wasnt scared at all. alli jumped a total of like 4 times, and i had a total of zero jumps. the true test to see if i was not scared came when it was time to go to bed. usually, that is when you are thinking about everything that you could possibly think of and that includes scary stuff. now, to my amazement, i beleive i received and A+ on that test. how do i know this you ask, well, i simply wasnt affected by the movie and i didnt think about it. i am not sure, but i am almost positive that i have overcome my phobia of scary movies. i guess i will have to keep watching them to truly find out.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was pretty fun. alli and i hung out, and we moslty played mario kart double dash (fun game). i think that i am starting to play that game a little bit to much. i know this because it is all that i do now. we played it for hours on end until she received a phone call from her father. now this wasnt any ordinary phone call. to her amazement it was her cousin, beth, and she was calling to tell her that she had recently been asked the the question that girls long the most, and i quote, "will you marry me?" yes she had just become engaged and they were both ecstatic. alli was almost in tears. we hurried over to her house where the happieness was, and we celebrated for about 10 minutes. i had a gianormas chocolate chip cookie. that made the trip even better. we went back to my house after all of the happieness settled down, and we watched "boogey man" as i said earlier. afterwards, we jumped right back into the mario kart and all of the intenseness that came with it. my dad said that he would have loved to take a picture of what our faces looked like. i guess we really got into it therefor, we had funny expressions on our faces. i will post a picture of it later.&lt;br /&gt;well, it looks like it finally snowed again. i think we all needed that just to raise our spirits up. actually i dont know that, but i do know that i like snow, and i am happy that is finally did so. it is the eve of new years day and i am happy. tonight i get to stay up late with buddies, and get tipsy off of some sparkling white grape juice. but that would be impossible, so i guess that i will just have to enjoy the taste of it.&lt;br /&gt;ok well, i hope all of you have an awesome new years eve day party/celebration, and i will see most of you at church tomorrow. oh yeah, and i am getting an ipod video (negro version a.k.a. black) in about a month now, hopefully.tootles! (haven't said that in a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; -josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113604180424545395?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113604180424545395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113604180424545395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113604180424545395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113604180424545395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-should-i-name-this.html' title='what should i name this?'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113511989150501242</id><published>2005-12-20T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:17:03.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>comic relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just in case you haven't read my last entry, here is a new movie that i found on the internet. it looks awesome, and i cant wait to see it. i found a poster for it. this will definaltey be a major hit. hehe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/The%20Last%20Cookies%20Final.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/The%20Last%20Cookies%20Final.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my! it looks as though kevin stole cookies from the wrong man, and yes, that yellow thing around kevin is his force field. awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113511989150501242?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113511989150501242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113511989150501242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113511989150501242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113511989150501242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/comic-relief.html' title='comic relief'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113511407788498244</id><published>2005-12-20T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:53:36.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday, december 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh baby! i can't wait. it is almost time for school to be over, and time for christmas festivities to begin. i am so eager for times like these. i love being with my friends and celebrating this voluminous holiday. i was already excited for winter break in like.....last january. i just love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;troy, i would really like to get together with you over the break, preferably sometime this week, maybe, so that we can crack out another CRIBS episode. i think that this one will be even better than the last. at least, i hope that it will be. no, scratch that. it will be the best one EVER! i think that i have some pretty awesome ideas for it.&lt;br /&gt;this week in school is going by extremely fast. i wish that i was in college, not for the school work, which i know is challenging, but for the breaks. billy and troy, i am so jealous of your long winter breaks. you get like two years off. oh yeah, here is a good story that i am very proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as most of you know, the beginning of the school year was not a good one for me. i was failing about three classes, and one of them was english. i know that this is pretty funny because i speek english, so how can you fail it. anyways, since i failed to do my research paper, i had an E in there. throughout this semester, i have brought that E up to a B+. to be exact, i have an 86.92 in there. now here is the cool part of the story. a while ago, we all had to write a paper called a "cultural journey." i waited until like 11:30 p.m. on the day before it was due to do it. we had to read a story in our book (i read "Don Quiote"), and then we had to compare and/or contrast one of the characters with ourselves. i did it in about a half hour and then i went to bed. about three weeks later we all got them back, and all of these people were getting C's and D's on them. they were telling me that they spent around 5 hours on writing this and they got a C for it. needless to say, i was scared to see what my grade was. my teacher gave me mine back last. she told me that she did that for a reason. when she gave it back she said ( and i quote), "this was an exellent paper josh. this is the best paper that i have read by and eleventh grade student in my years of teaching." she handed it to me and i received a 95%. i was very happy with the grade that i got. i was pretty impressed with myself for the fact that i got an A, while others in the class (smart kids at that), were getting C's and D's. i kind of realized that i have a knack for writing. i think that it is because i have a creative mind. (this is only what my dad told me, not because i want myself to look good). all in all, the grade that i got made me a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;ok well, there is olny one more school day left until the long awaited, winter break is finally here. i think that i want to end my post with a list of things that i am very happy to have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i am so happy that i have an awesome family. i love them all so much and they only want what is best for me. i love my mom and dad. i dont think that i could ever ask for a better set of parents.&lt;br /&gt;- i am thankful for the fact that i have some role models in my life. of course, i am talking about billy and troy. i love those guys so much and they teach me so many things. i dont think that they know that but, you guys do, and i thank God so much for putting you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;- i am so greatful for all of the friends that God has placed in my life. i love just hanging out with you guys and being goofy together. yes, i said goofy. i love each and every one of you very much( mike, garrett, cameron, sleepy, kurt, kier, kaleb, seth, kevin, cory, jeff, alli, sarah, beth, abigail, billy, troy, curt "the dentist", amanda, bub, joe, etc.) and i hope that we can all continue to be great friends.&lt;br /&gt;- i thank God for the fact that me and alli sorted out our problems, and can just have fun again. alli, i love spending time with you and getting to know you more and more each day. i hope that this never stops.&lt;br /&gt;- the fact that God has an uncontrollable love for me. no matter how many times i screw up, he always forgives and loves me no less than before. that is just so awesome. it is comforting to know that there is a God out there that will never give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many more things that i am thankful for but i really need to go so, i love all of you guys, and in the words of josh garner, "tootles!"&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113511407788498244?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113511407788498244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113511407788498244&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113511407788498244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113511407788498244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/tuesday-december-20.html' title='tuesday, december 20'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113479228898280151</id><published>2005-12-16T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:04:48.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my writing talents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you should all go to billy's blog and look under the comments of "wonderful" and check out my awesome writing talents! i mean, i amazed myself.&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113479228898280151?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113479228898280151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113479228898280151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113479228898280151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113479228898280151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-writing-talents.html' title='my writing talents'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113451963956439938</id><published>2005-12-13T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:00:25.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cribs logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so these are the two logos that i made and i am thinking that i like the second one. i dont know why, i just do. so the logo will be placed on the bottom right of the screen. it will be transparent so that you can see the stuff behind it. and yes the lines are supposed to be there it isnt your computer screen. ok well i am going to go do something productive and beth morris.....you need to update your blog. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/cribs%20logo%20final.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/cribs%20logo%20final.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/cribs%20logo%202%20final%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/cribs%20logo%202%20final%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113451963956439938?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113451963956439938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113451963956439938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113451963956439938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113451963956439938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/cribs-logo_13.html' title='Cribs logo'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113443351393088173</id><published>2005-12-12T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:27:19.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today is just another monday and of course they arent fun. this one is different because it is my parents 18 wedding anniversary. wow! that is a long time. ok so i got to stay home all day and watch my sisters. i had to be the man in the house. i guess it was fun. all that i did was get my sisters, sit around, write a paper, talk online, and make this entry. what a day. i hope that my parents are having fun though because they deserve it. they are top notch parents. i mean....i like them. yeah. i have some chicken nuggets that are in the oven for my sisters so i need to go get them out before one of the girls tries and then they fall into the oven and catch on fire and then get 3rd degree burns all over and then we wasted about 14 chicken nuggets. i couldnt stand to let that happen. alright well now i am going to go pretend that i have an ipod. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. here is another picture that i made a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/kids%20in%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/kids%20in%20tree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113443351393088173?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113443351393088173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113443351393088173&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113443351393088173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113443351393088173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/monday.html' title='monday'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113417644974104085</id><published>2005-12-09T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:01:58.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cammy poo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have been waiting for a long time to do this. for the past 4 weeks i have needed a picture of cameron and now.......i finally got one!!! i will have to thank my good friend sleepy for providing me with the picture. now i sat for about 25 min trying to think of a good idea and here it is. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;-josh                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/cameron.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113417644974104085?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113417644974104085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113417644974104085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113417644974104085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113417644974104085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/cammy-poo.html' title='cammy poo'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113391054364012007</id><published>2005-12-06T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:39:21.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so life is pretty good right now. i got things all settled out with allison nall and ever since that has happened, life has been just peachy! i like it so much better this way. i haven’t really posted a real post in a while. they have mostly been made of pictures that i have created and slaved over for hours and i am sorry for those that have been either offended or mad that i haven’t written anything in a while. my deepest and greatest apologies go out to you. i have really been trying hard in school lately and let me tell you, if you actually try, you can get good grades. now i know that this is amazing to most of you but i have cracked the code of school. if you try then you will glide by. you like that, because i just made it up. this may come as a surprise but i was failing more than two classes and i was living not a good life. i wasn’t trying at all. i realized that this isn’t the life that god had told me to be living and that i really should start trying. so, obviously, i started trying and my normal life is back and i am a happy person again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to start looking for jobs starting on wed. december 7 after school. i think that i am going to go apply at a place where they need someone to lift things like a nursery of some sort. no not a baby nursery but like McDonalds nursery. they need people to move bags of mulch and rocks and dirt and shovel and physical things of that sort. there are a plethora of things that i could do there. there is also a spot open at chuck e. cheese and they need a person who will be a walk around character. i think that i could do that because i am good with kids. i really need a job right know so that i can have some green american currency. i hope that i can find a job soon so pray for me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really looking forward to going to go see NARNIA! i can’t wait. i have been reading the book lately and it is amazing. i highly recommend it. for those of you who really know me this may e shocking to you, that i am reading a book. i hate reading and i really should start reading more because it is good for me. it will create good study habits for me for when i go on to college. yeah. anyways (back to the narnia thing) all of us eleventh grade guys are going to go spectate the film of "the lion the witch and the wardrobe". it truly will be breathtaking and a wonderful experience. i think that i might soil my underwear when it comes on. i hope that i don’t though. seriously. we are going to be watching this film at the latest time possible on the opening day, which is friday, and i am inviting you if you haven’t been invited already. it doesn’t matter what grade you are or how old you are or what gender you are, i am inviting you to come to this magical moment in history. so do come if you wish. it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well i think that i am going to go finish my book now. i started it on sunday night and i read half of it that night and now i will read the rest of it tonight. i can’t wait to enter the world of narnia through my imagination. i like it. alright, i hope that you all have a fabulous day today and tomorrow and the next and i hope that all of your dreams come true! tootles!&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;br /&gt;-josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113391054364012007?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113391054364012007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113391054364012007&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113391054364012007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113391054364012007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113364381046862134</id><published>2005-12-03T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:35:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ignite crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so i have spent almost all of my saturday making this amazing picture. i think that it depicts what kind of people the ignite crew really are. inside of us there is always something that we dont want to tell about but guys, the secret is out. sorry i had to. i seriously think that this is the best picture ever. everytime that i look at it i crack up. the whole time that i was making it i couldnt stop laughing. yes my dad did give some ideas and thoughts toward the masterpeice, but i basically did it all. i hope that all of you are not mad at me for revealing our secret identities. i know that i am not mad. oh well. i guess you guys can all look at it some more. i am going to put the before picture up so that you can actually see what i did to it. much love to you guys. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                         -josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/ignite%20crew2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/ignite%20crew2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/vader%20and%20friends.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/vader%20and%20friends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113364381046862134?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113364381046862134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113364381046862134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113364381046862134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113364381046862134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/ignite-crew.html' title='ignite crew'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113347849075429596</id><published>2005-12-01T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:09:03.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>manly man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't want my long hair, and pretty green eyes, with no, I do no have on mascara. Eye lashes, skinny figure, undersized t-shirt, hips shake a little too much when I walk. Confuse anyone. I am a manly man. Within this sissy frame. obviously rib laden chest, Lies the heart that beats to the drum of a native american ritual dancing wildness. It pumps and ever cascading supply of untamed ness that a herd of wild mustangs have yet to grasp. if danger lurks about, I will seek it out. if adventure abounds, there I will be found. if a damsel be in distress, I will show her who is best. I am a manly man. Because I don’t flush, and I leave the lid up. I drive a 1988 Ford pickup truck. Girls don’t break up with me, I break up with them, first. (Except&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the last time, it didn’t quite work out like that, ) I don’t shave the hair on my face. (Because there isn’t any, I cant grow any but when I can, I wont&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;shave) Because beards are tough. I fart, burp, and spit when I want. Not caring who’s nearby. Disrespect my momma, and I will punch you in the eye because I am a manly man. Or am I? I tell my guy friends that I love ‘em. And sometimes I even hug ‘em. No I’m not gay, I just love ‘em. And When I watched Bambi, I cried. When my memaw gets mad, I will still run and hide. Like David, I want to be a man after God’s own heart. I’m not there yet, but past the start. And when people talk, I try to listen. A spirit of compassion, that’s my vision. Surly I am a manly man. I want to be loved, and have love, and give love and not just that romantic kind either. Although I am looking for the beauty, not helpless, but wants to be rescued. The damsel in distress, man, woman, myth, true. I will fight for her, climb the highest tower for her, and love her, and share with her, and delight in her and be her warrior and protector. She will be my crown and I will be hers. My masculinity will be passed down and affirmed to my sons. Each of my daughters will know they are lovely and deserving of authentic romance. Society tells me all day long, that I’ve defined manhood completely wrong. But you ask any honest man, and he will agree. you ask any honest woman and she too will see that I am a manly man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113347849075429596?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113347849075429596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113347849075429596&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113347849075429596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113347849075429596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/manly-man.html' title='manly man'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113347239434105353</id><published>2005-12-01T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:44:39.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just for beth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so i made this picture just for beth morris. i would like to give a quick shout out to her and i hope that you like the picture that i made for you. for some reason i couldnt get it to look the way that i wanted it to look but that is ok. all you girls should probably start getting jelous of beth because she was hangin out with the man, the myth, the legend.........shane west. yes. i guess that they are extremely good friends. enjoy. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;                                         -josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/beth%20and%20shane%20west.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/beth%20and%20shane%20west.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113347239434105353?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113347239434105353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113347239434105353&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113347239434105353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113347239434105353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-for-beth.html' title='just for beth'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113340160208132858</id><published>2005-11-30T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:11:35.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OJ horcrux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so this is the logo that i made last night for like 4 hours. yes it did take a plethera oh time. but it was well worth it. if you dont know what OJ horcrux is, it is a fake band. the band consists of some mike lauckner, a little bit of a kurt, a lot of abigail (only because she is loud), and some of me. the singers are of course me and mike. billy hates it when we play for fun because we are mostly a bunch of abnoxious kids trying to be cool, which we are. billy never joins in on the fun. i think it is because it isnt his style of music. we are heavy goth metal. the lyrics are dark and deal with christmas songs and jacob hills. billy i hope that one day you realize that you really do want to play with us because that way we will sound better. you are just to cool to be in this FAKE band. oh well, i think that we rock kurt, mike ,and abiail. ok here is the logo that i was talking about! enjoy this eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;                                                      -josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/OJ%20horcrux%20logo4%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/OJ%20horcrux%20logo4%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113340160208132858?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113340160208132858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113340160208132858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113340160208132858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113340160208132858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/oj-horcrux.html' title='OJ horcrux'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113339725552147659</id><published>2005-11-30T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:34:15.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>narnia</title><content type='html'>i cant beleive this. i found a deleted scene from the chronicles of narnia and the one part that i had they cut me out of it. this displeases me. this was supposed to be a surprise so that when you guys saw it you would be like,"hey, thats josh!" but no they had to go off and cut me out of this awesome movie! oh well, since i am not in it anymore, i will let you in on what my role was. i was "pointer number 1" and all that i had to do was stand there and listen to aslan tell some useful information and then i got to say," my dearest aslan, look over yonder!................. it is the begining. CRAP! why does it have to start now! i am not even in my battle gear yet!" then i run away and you never see me again. i like to think that i live but andrew adamson never really told me. oh well. here is a snap shot of me in action. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;                                  -josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/narnia%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/narnia%20and%20me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113339725552147659?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113339725552147659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113339725552147659&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113339725552147659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113339725552147659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/narnia.html' title='narnia'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113339290255967420</id><published>2005-11-30T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:21:42.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>photoshop is awesome!</title><content type='html'>so i just downloaded adobe photoshop onto my computer and all that i have been doing for the last couple of days is play with it. i m learning how to do stuff and it is just flat out astonishing. i have completed only one picture and that is the one that you see right now. it is a picture of sleepy and master chief and together they are fighting crime. it took me a while but i did it just for you sleeps. i love you man. i will continue to do things with this program so if i have a picture of you on my computer then you better be scared because i most likely will make a picture of YOU! dont worry though i wont do anything mean or offensive.tootles!&lt;br /&gt;                                         -josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/halo%20sleepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/halo%20sleepy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113339290255967420?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113339290255967420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113339290255967420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113339290255967420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113339290255967420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/photoshop-is-awesome.html' title='photoshop is awesome!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113310680352997913</id><published>2005-11-27T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:53:23.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas tree adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/100_4368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went out and i got my first real christmas tree since i lived in michigan. i know that is pathetic but we always thought that it was just as good to have a fake one than a real one. we were wrong. i did the whole klucks thing and let me tell you that it was awesome. when we first went we were all dressed up in nicer clothes because we didnt know that we would have to get dirty so we had to drive all the way back home and then we went back to klucks to start our adventure. we went and got our cutting utensils and cart to pull our tree in on. after that we were off to go find the perfect christmas tree for our estate. my dad wanted to get this lame little christmas tree but i said no we need to find a bigger yet better one. he looked around some more but i found one that was perfect. it met every requirement that we had. it was about 8' tall and it want to big around and it smelled good. i was satisfied with this one. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/100_4378.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we wanted to make sure that this would be the one so we kept looking but no other tree could compare to the majesticness of this one. my father gave me the honors to cut it down. i was truly happy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_4384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i took my blade and i cut sliced that tree in half in like 1 min. it wasnt that thick. after that we took it on over to the klucks guys who then drilled a hole in it so that it would be perfectly straight (genius) then they shook all the loose needles off, then they wrapped it up for us so that we could put it on our awesome van. we did just that and then we decided to have some hot chocolate. it was pretty good but then rachael and beth wanted to get a christmas tree for their room. my mom got them a little charlie brown christmas tree and same with hannah. as for me i got the old fake one which fits perfectly in my room.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_4428.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we went home and did some decorating. needless to say i liked the whole experience and i cant wait to do it again next year.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/200/100_4425.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113310680352997913?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113310680352997913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113310680352997913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113310680352997913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113310680352997913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-tree-adventure.html' title='christmas tree adventure'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113295457612887527</id><published>2005-11-25T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:37:52.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok i  am really bored and i just found a bunch of pictures so here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_3138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/100_3138.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me getting creative with hershey's kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/josh%20and%20will.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/josh%20and%20will.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me with the bass player from audio adrenaline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me just lookin' beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/100_4283.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have no clue what i am doing. i am weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_4300.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/100_4300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my latest art achievment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_3730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/100_3730.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look, it is my very first paycheck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_3387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/100_3387.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is a security guard from heritage and i drew him with prisma colors (fancy colored pencils)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_3386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/100_3386.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here are two more things that i had in the mall art show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_3366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/100_3366.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me getting the keys to my '92 pontiac bonneville.... exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_3199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/100_3199.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am just sippin' back on some hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/100_1552.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/400/100_1552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is me pondering about the ideas of life in outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113295457612887527?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113295457612887527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113295457612887527&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113295457612887527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113295457612887527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-bored.html' title='i am bored'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113295065485228813</id><published>2005-11-25T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T15:30:54.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day after yesterday but not tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>so, this morning i woke up and i found myself crying. i had this horrible dream last night...........(cue thunder). i was alone in this place where everything was dark and abnormal. i was in a state of confusion and greif. all i was trying to do was get out of this wicked place and all of a sudden, everything stopped. it was silent and then troy howley walked up to me and he didnt look normal. i soon found out that he was blocking my only way out. he wouldnt let me pass him. i dont know what was wrong with him but he was mean to me. the only option that i had in order to escape and to survive was to kill him. the only way that i could do that was with my ball point pen. beleive me i didnt want to do it but i had to. so i stabbed in the head and he was screaming with tremendous pain. i felt terrible. he fell to the ground with a great force and since he is so tall i still couldnt pass. there was no room, so the only way that i could get to the exit was by eating his body. i used my george forman grill to toast his flesh to the perfect texture, medium rare. yes he was delicous and i gobbled him up like white on rice. whatever that means. as soon as i ran to the door to escape from this nightmare i felt something inside my stomach. all of a sudden i felt something come up and out of my mouth and there he was. troy was alive and kick'n. i saved him from the demon spir- this is dumb, why am i writing this. it didnt even happen. not even in my wildest dreams. i feel like a satanic author. i dont like it at all. i think that i am going to go throw up now. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;       -josh&lt;br /&gt;p.s. this is what i looked like when i  awoke from my dream.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/1600/DCP_0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1855/320/DCP_0628.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113295065485228813?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113295065485228813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113295065485228813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113295065485228813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113295065485228813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-after-yesterday-but-not-tomorrow.html' title='day after yesterday but not tomorrow?'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113280379434055068</id><published>2005-11-23T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T22:43:14.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday (wen-d-s-daiye)</title><content type='html'>alright, well my little and big friends. today is called wednesday. wow, wednesday is such a cool yet exillerating and happy and weird word. i like it. alot. alright so heres the dealio yo, i woke up it was seven i waited till 11 just to figure out that no one would call. i think i've got alot of friends but i dont hear from them, whats another night all alone, when your spending every day on your own, so here it goes, i'm just a kid and life is a nightmare. i'm just a kid i know that its not fair, nobody cares and i'm alone and the world is having more fun than me....tonight. tehe. that is from simple plan. i hate them. muchly.&lt;br /&gt;    no but on a more serious note, i went to school and it was great. i loved every minute of it.  i like that it snowed again, more. snow makes me a joyous person. when i got into my transportation device (car) i noticed that the sky was grey. i was like,"whoa?" yeah that was probably the highlight of my day. sad isnt it. later on in my life, actually it was only like 2 hours but it is still considered later on in life, i went to the SAGINAW SPIRIT hokey pokey game. let me be the first to tell you that it was truly exciting. i got a mountain dew. mmmmm scumptulecent. i felt it go into my intestines and then i lost the feeling but i have a pretty good idea of where it went next, as do you. while i was wandering aimlessly about at the hockey rink, i made up a new word. do you want to hear it? ok. here it comes. you are about to read it right now in a couple of words and the word is.......flabbergastration? i like it. of course i have no clue as to what the meaning of it is but it sounds awsome. yup. i am sitting here with my good buddy/friend cameronymaceroniey (cameron). he is cool. i like him. do you concure? do you like me? well i am almost late for my improv class and after that i have to go perkesize. yes it will be awsome and yes i can read your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;    in conclusion billy and troy are alarming, astonishing, awe-inspiring, beautiful, breathtaking, daunting, exalted, far out, grand, hairy, impressive, intimidating at looks, magnificent, majestic, mind-blowing, moving, overwhelming, shocking, striking, stupefying, terribly awesme, wonderful, wondrous, zero bad, astonishing, awe-inspiring&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 170) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, exciting, hair-raising, heart-stirring, moving, spine-tingling, stunning, thrilling and good. i like them eminently. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;                     -josh&lt;br /&gt;p.s. hello abigail cause you told me to say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113280379434055068?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113280379434055068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113280379434055068&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113280379434055068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113280379434055068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/wednesday-wen-d-s-daiye.html' title='wednesday (wen-d-s-daiye)'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113270005775144553</id><published>2005-11-22T17:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:55:20.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one more day!</title><content type='html'>ok so we have only one more day until the most wonderful eating holiday in the world. yes i am talking about thansgiving. i love all of the different varieties of fods and flavors that flow into my mouth and then through that back of my throat like a wonderful waterfall made of delicous chocolate. i cant wait until that glorious day!&lt;br /&gt;well today was a great day. i liked it because when school got over it meant that there was only one more day laft until.......you know what........and then after school i went to GAP and i got a plethera of new clothing items. i am glad because i needed them so bad. my mom bought them for me. what a gracious mother. so i got a new jacket and two shirts and two items of pants. yes i know what you are thinking and yes i am going to be hot hot hot. not really. i wouldnt say that about myself. that isnt up to me to decide. i am glad becuase i got all of these items on sale. yes ladies, on sale. i do say, i might look alot like billy though because it looks like stuff that he would wear. i dont care though becasue billy looks nice in the things he wears so i hope that i do to you at least.&lt;br /&gt;alright now i have to go do a english art project and it is going to take me about one hour and eleven minutes and fourty-eight seconds. my calculations might be off though. oh and troy i am giving a shout out to you and thanks for helping me fail my econ budget project because you didnt give me a certain something yesterday. and billy, i am still praying for you my man. you can do it. stay strong! tootles!&lt;br /&gt;                -josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i was just kidding troy. i didnt fail. i got the info from my other good friend called the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113270005775144553?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113270005775144553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113270005775144553&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113270005775144553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113270005775144553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-more-day_22.html' title='one more day!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113254507530665347</id><published>2005-11-20T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:51:15.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two weeks in a row........wow</title><content type='html'>ok so today was a fun day. i went to church and then i went to band practice. it was fun, as usual. there was some guy there who mixed us ( for all you people who dont know what that means it means that he made it so that nothing was to loud and everyhting was well balenced noise wise ) but the thing is he wouldnt tell us his name. it was kid of weird but cool at the same time. maybe he was some secret agent man of some sort who is on the quest to seek justice in this world. probably not though. anyways,  we practiced the song "tell the world" and we basically nailed it. when it came time to actually play it at ignite, abs had another wacky idea to mess up the beat. it is ok though because she had an excuse that she couldnt here us. her little monitor box was turned off. i will give her that. this is the second week in a row abs, you have got to stop this routine. it is ok though, i still think that you are an awsome girl. i am glad that all of the other songs went good. and i am glad that you redeemed yourself in  "there is no one like you" but now you have to redeem yourself in "tell the world." it is ok, i am here to support you at all times. ok so i like troy howley and i like billy roberts. they are basically awsome and i look up to them and i want to be like them when i am older. billy i am going to be praying for you these next two weeks. you can count on that. and troy i will be praying for you to get over the lighthouse pictures problem. it is ok. i hope that us three can all be great friends, even though i am in high school and it isnt cool to hang out with someone that is lower than you. especially you troy since you are so tall, everyone is lower than you. that must suck. i hope that your reputation is ok. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;            -josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113254507530665347?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113254507530665347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113254507530665347&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113254507530665347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113254507530665347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-weeks-in-rowwow.html' title='two weeks in a row........wow'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113245539163687460</id><published>2005-11-19T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T21:56:31.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life after harry potter</title><content type='html'>so as i said in my previous entry, i went to go see harry potter with my homies. all i can say is that it was an excellent movie. i really did enjoy it. i dont think that it compairs to the lord of the rings but i havent seen the other potter movies yet so that isnt a final decision. i think that mike is proud that i liked it. he thought that i would hate it. i guess that goes to show that he isnt a good friend and he doesnt know me at all. not really. i love you mike. billy came along with me and we both had no clue what was going to happen or what we should expect and as you already know we both liked it. billy understood what was happening throughout the movie and i had to keep asking abigail what was going on. i am sure that i annoyed her cause i asked a lot of questions and she never got to really watch the movie with passion like a true harry potter fan would. billy and i would look over at mike who was sitting about four seats away from us and every time we looked at him his face was lit with joy. i found it humerous. it was like he was in his own little world with no troubles or problems. just happieness. yeah......i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;     when the movie was over i was all like, there is no way that i am going to be able to stay awake at school today. i said today because it was about 3:00 in the a.m. i really didnt want to go to school and i knew that my parents would make me go because they told me earlier. when i got home i intensionaly didnt set my alarm so that i wouldnt have to wake myself up.  as soon as my face hit my pillow i was out. that morning i awoke to the sounds of little foot steps upstairs.  i didnt look at my clock and i was all like, maaaaaaaaaaaannnn! i just want to sleep. little did i know that it was 7:13 and i usually leave at 7:10. this meant that my mom didnt get me up which meant that i didnt have to go to school. this pleased me so i went back to never land (dream world). i had an amazing dream. let me  explain.&lt;br /&gt;     the band, meaning, kurt, billy, mike, abigail and me, all got done with band practice and we decided to go to kevin pieschke's house. kevin's house wasnt his house that he has now but it was his house in the dream and he lived in a neighborhood in which all of the houses were all the same. when we got there abigail left my dream. i dont know where she went but anyways we were all playing a friendly little game a basketball. about six houses down i heard a noise and so i looked. to my amazement king kong was running from house to house and he was hurting people. needless to say i was scared but we still had time to finish the game of basketball. so we did just that. king kong was not really so huge he was just like a bigger than normall but not to big, gorilla. i ran to the backyard of kevins house. all of a sudden the sorld changed. i was in another backyard of another place that i had in another dream. i know that is confusing but bare with me here. it was a place that i would go to watch lake michigan and sleep. it was like a little cove. there was a long grassy part of the yard that came from the house but then it stopped and underneath the grass was a little cove that was just big enough fo me to lay in. i tried to fit into it but the owners had filled it up with rocks. i was doomed. my head was inside the little cove when king kong came running around the corner and just as he was about to grab me, my dad woke me up with the gentlest voice. i was saved. i thought that i had only been asleep for about 10 to 20 min but it was about 2:00 in the p.m.&lt;br /&gt;     so that dream was kind of weird. i thought so and that is why i shared it with you. yeah, life after seeing harry potter has been great. i feel like i can finally understand what mike is talking about. ok well i think that i have said jsut about everything that i wanted to say so........until next time my friends. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;              -josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113245539163687460?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113245539163687460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113245539163687460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113245539163687460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113245539163687460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-after-harry-potter.html' title='life after harry potter'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113226381121651640</id><published>2005-11-17T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:46:45.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter and other stuff</title><content type='html'>so i am going to go see harry potter with mike and friends tonight. as of right now me,mike,brian,hannah,david,kurt,kaleb,katie,abigail,and anyone else that i forgot, is going to the big movie. this makes me happy. i love hangin out with my dudes and the lady friends. i am going to be pretty tired tonight and tomorrow. i had to wake up nice and early this morning for toast and now i am not going to go to bed until like 2 in the a.m. this is going to be some sort of an adventure. i know i will enjoy it immensely. i wish that troy and billy wouldnt be all like, " oh....... harry potter....pfffff....i am way to cool for that crowd." those jerks. actually billy= jerk and troy=awsome. yeah that pretty much explains them. i am just kidding. they never said that but i still dont not think that billy is a not jerk. oh and billy, if you still are up for that fight i am pumping the iron to get ready. i just did it and i can hardly type because my arms feel like jello. anyways i am training to kick your butt and when i am stong and beautiful, you better be watching at all times. i'll be waiting.......seriously. troy, i have a little som'n som'n to say to you. me and beth were discusing what we are going to do for the top file secret project tomorrow after school. it is going to be splendilifous. and i love you you big person you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and yes billy, i love you too.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; alrighty i think that i am going to go practice ekedo in secret so that i can avenge the death of my hampster. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;                -josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113226381121651640?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113226381121651640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113226381121651640&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113226381121651640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113226381121651640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter-and-other-stuff.html' title='harry potter and other stuff'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113217642984023299</id><published>2005-11-16T16:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:28:38.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow!</title><content type='html'>well, today is the first of many days of snow. i love snow. in a way snow remindes me of Troy Howley. it reminds me of him because i look up to him and i have to look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; to see the snow. when ever i have to look troy "eye to nipple"( because my eye level is at his nipple level ) i have to look up into the clouds and in the clouds, there is snow. so in conclusion, i like troy howley and i like snow. so in another conclusion, i need to go exercise on my exercising orb. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;              -josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113217642984023299?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113217642984023299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113217642984023299&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113217642984023299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113217642984023299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/snow_16.html' title='snow!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113201925681205408</id><published>2005-11-14T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T16:02:55.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>awsome.</title><content type='html'>today was pretty sweet. i went to school and i did work. what more could i ask for in life. yesterday was pretty awsome. i went to church which i love and then we had band practice. that was fun because we had pizza with garlic crust. did someone say delicious! then when we actually played for ignite the first song was awsome. we played "salvation is here" ( my favorite song in the whole wide world ) then we played "there is no one like you". now let me tell you that that song was an adventure. in the middle abigail had this bright idea that she would totally screw up the song. no, i am sure that she didnt mean to mess up for about 30 whole seconds but needless to say, it was a fun song to look back on.........................good times. so after that train wreck of a song we played "o praise him" which mike messed up on in the beginning. i dont know why but mike always manages to somehow be hillarious and make everybody laugh. i love that kid. so, kurt, billy and i all did awsome and we are perfect. so is troy. but abigail and mike get the "oops" award for this week. they are still awsome. i love them too. actually, i love everybody. so if you are reading this, "i love you". that pretty much sums it up. tootles!&lt;br /&gt;                             -josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855944-113201925681205408?l=ilooktoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113201925681205408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855944&amp;postID=113201925681205408&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113201925681205408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855944/posts/default/113201925681205408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilooktoyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/awsome.html' title='awsome.'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00349277442376603890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sxk45t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855944.post-113174666296111329</id><published>2005-11-11T16:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:43:04.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is new</title><content type='html'>Well this is new. I have never used one of these blogger thingies before. I hope that it turns out awsome. This weekend I get to be with Mike Lauckner and it is going to be tiz-ight. I was going to go to the David Crowder concert with Billy and Troy and Devin and Troy but we didnt have a ticket for little Mike so i decided to stay home and be a good friend. I know that i said troy twice. It is a joke and he gets it............i hope. I am sad that i cant go but i will have fun. I think that we are going to go continue to make some of our spooky movie that is kind of.....well, a lot like the ring. OK now leave me comments so that i can read them. 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