<?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-21285079</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:27:27.623-07:00</updated><category term='psychotic'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='pirate pirate pirate pirate pirate'/><category term='rambling'/><title type='text'>collinhead</title><subtitle type='html'>640k ought to be enough ram for anybody.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-848359180457980128</id><published>2011-03-19T16:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:41:24.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Blogging?</title><content type='html'>I was reading through my blog today, and I'm shocked at how I used to think. What is more amazing is how many people read my psychotic rants and took the time to comment on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're here to read my blog, don't take it too seriously. I was an emotional little boy through high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised what a cocky little jerk I was. It's amazing I had any friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse, is that if you go all the way to the beginning (or end, depending on how you look at it) of my blog, you might notice that it's a bit of a strange way to begin. That's because I was blogging for a while before that, and posted quite a few ridiculous things that apparently caused me a lot of grief, so I "drafted" all the posts before that one and started afresh. So as silly and ridiculous as these blog entries are, the ones before them are even worse... I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, about 5 years after I originally made this blog. I hope I've improved myself since then. I'm not sure if I'm going to start blogging again, but if I do, maybe I'll have the sense not to post anything too dramatic this time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-848359180457980128?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/848359180457980128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=848359180457980128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/848359180457980128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/848359180457980128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2011/03/return-to-blogging.html' title='Return to Blogging?'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-5972921952315906143</id><published>2008-09-21T17:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:52:12.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you ever wanted to know</title><content type='html'>Everything you ever wanted to know:&lt;p&gt;The website you can get all my pictures: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/cactus.joe"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/cactus.joe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The website you can see the blog my sister and mom make for me:&lt;a href="http://ninjamissionary.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ninjamissionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My email address:&lt;br /&gt;wingetsandwich@myldsmail.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mailing address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Collin Winget&lt;br /&gt;Bureau de la Mission&lt;br /&gt;BP 15154&lt;br /&gt;98804 Noumea Cedex&lt;br /&gt;NEW CALEDONIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the address if you want to send a package:&lt;br /&gt;(if you send it to the same mailing address as above, it's very possible they'll send it back to america!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bureau de la Mission&lt;br /&gt;BP 15154&lt;br /&gt;98804 Noumea Cedex&lt;br /&gt;ATTN: Elder Winget   &lt;br /&gt;NEW CALEDONIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should NOT send me in a package:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too expensive, they'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;not more than one or two of each item, they'll confiscate it.&lt;br /&gt;No beef jerky or medications, they'll destroy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT SEND STUFF FEDEX OR UPS, I'LL NEVER GET THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to yes send me:&lt;br /&gt;Ranch dressing mix packets (SERIOUSLY)&lt;br /&gt;Koolaide mixes&lt;br /&gt;american candy&lt;br /&gt;cool ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEND ME PICTURES, I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER AND ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can send like a manilla envelope for like 5 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything! I love all of you!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Elder Winget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-5972921952315906143?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5972921952315906143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=5972921952315906143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/5972921952315906143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/5972921952315906143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-test.html' title='Everything you ever wanted to know'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-940816748434279933</id><published>2008-07-05T08:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:48:00.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just leaving.. :)</title><content type='html'>BTW: This will probably be the last post I do on here, so check &lt;a href="http://ninjamissionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://ninjamissionary.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that my mom and sister are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest blog readers,&lt;br /&gt;I got my Visa and I'm going to Fiji today at about 1 PM.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, baby.&lt;br /&gt;So don't mail me anymore at my Georgia address.&lt;br /&gt;My companion is forwarding my mail though, for anybody that has sent one in the last couple days. (Ha ha, I'm being optomistic.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea of the email condition in New Caledonia, so you might just have to send me a letter.&lt;br /&gt;My address for there is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elder Collin Winget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bureau de la Mission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B P 15154&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cedex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98804 Noumea Cedex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW CALEDONIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So send me a letter!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-940816748434279933?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/940816748434279933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=940816748434279933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/940816748434279933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/940816748434279933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-leaving.html' title='Just leaving.. :)'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-457887640754427742</id><published>2008-06-25T13:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:06:32.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi from Elder Winget</title><content type='html'>FYI- Most mission updates you will find at &lt;a href="http://ninjamissionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://ninjamissionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that my Mom and my sister Channing are keeping up, but this is just a little insight to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to put a real post on my original blog. Yes, this is Brand name Elder Winget, not generic brand collinhead signed in by someone else. :P I'm just kidding, I appreciate those who have kept up my blog/facebook/etc while I've been gone. Anyway, I just thought I'd say hi and thanks to everyone who still reads my blog. I wanted to enlighten you about things of my life, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently serving in the Atlanta Georgia mission while waiting for my visa to clear to New Caledonia. It's part of the Fiji Suva mission, although New Caledonia is technically part of France, and has nothing to do with Fiji. So from what I understand my visa should clear in 2 weeks-ish or so. Most likely it has already been cleared with France and they're just waiting to get it back from the islands. So I shouldn't be here too terribly long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm loving it here and I wouldn't mind staying here for a little while longer. I like my companion, Elder Lewis, I like my area, "Carrollton inner", and I love the fact that there are fireflies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to be out of the MTC, but it's not all bad. I never really hated it as much as everyone else did. However, the mission field is so much better. Just for the fact that I can actually share the gospel with people, instead of pretending to share the gospel with people who already have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting email and real mail, and I would love to hear from you! Even if it is just a few lines. My email address is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:wingetsandwich@myldsmail.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wingetsandwich@myldsmail.net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my Preparation day is on Wednesdays, so I'll probably email you back some time Wednesday morning, although it could also in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting snail mail also, and the address for that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elder Collin Winget&lt;br /&gt;104B Danny Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Carrollton, GA 30017&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can mail me there. However, because I have no idea how long I'm going to be here, your mail might get returned. And in that case, it most likely means I'm already off to New Caledonia. That address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elder Collin Winget&lt;br /&gt;Bureau de la Mission&lt;br /&gt;B P 15154&lt;br /&gt;Cedex&lt;br /&gt;98804 Noumea Cedex&lt;br /&gt;NEW CALEDONIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to send a letter, leave that address as is. If you want to send a package, take off Elder Collin Winget from the front, and put Attention: Elder Collin Winget on the bottom, after NEW CALEDONIA.&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect any packages because of the fees involved for overseas shipping, but if you happen to send a package, here are some guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;Don't send more than one or 2 of an item. They are suspicious of re-sale. Take all CDs out of packaging, and include all receipts with everything. Do not send medications or beef jerky, they will be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading. If you want more current updates, look at that other blog that my mom and sister are doing. You'll see more pictures and stuff and more updates. Anyway, thanks for reading. I love you all, and have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elder Winget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-457887640754427742?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/457887640754427742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=457887640754427742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/457887640754427742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/457887640754427742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-from-elder-winget.html' title='Hi from Elder Winget'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-7078474469598569745</id><published>2008-05-14T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:10:58.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>hey so me and my mom decided it would just be easier to make an entirely new blog for collin's mission, so we could send the link to family and stuff. i'm sure collin wouldnt want his like... aunt coming on and reading this blog. so the NEW blog is www.ninjamissionary.blogspot.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the amazingness of the blog is 100% my mom's doing, BTW. i'm really surprised how much of a blogger my mom is ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, we set up a picasa account, but apparently you have to be invited to see the pics. i dont want to go through collin's contacts and invite everyone because that would be tedious, so  just email me at cactus.joe@gmail.com if you need an invite, and i'll invite you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-7078474469598569745?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7078474469598569745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=7078474469598569745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7078474469598569745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7078474469598569745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-7797083392596023608</id><published>2008-05-07T20:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:53:28.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Channing beat me.</title><content type='html'>Haha, apparently Channing beat me to it, and knows Collin's more specific address.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave the blog to her to update.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-7797083392596023608?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7797083392596023608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=7797083392596023608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7797083392596023608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7797083392596023608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/05/channing-beat-me.html' title='Channing beat me.'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-6695191909446875615</id><published>2008-05-07T20:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:51:20.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Address</title><content type='html'>Hey all of Collin's loyal blog readers... It's Brittanny :)&lt;br /&gt;Here is Collin's current address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Collin Winget&lt;br /&gt;2005 N. 900 E.&lt;br /&gt;Provo, UT 84606&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-6695191909446875615?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6695191909446875615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=6695191909446875615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6695191909446875615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6695191909446875615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/05/current-address.html' title='Current Address'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-1914730330420780590</id><published>2008-05-02T18:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:19:05.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Collin's address 'n' stuff</title><content type='html'>Hey there all you...collinheads. do you all have some kind of collaborative name? i wouldn't know. i dont have to stalk my brother on the internet, because i have him in REAL LIFE. anyways, yes this is collin's sister, channing. i am here bearing great tidings of collin's new address. here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Collin Russell Winget&lt;br /&gt;MTC Mailbox # 93&lt;br /&gt;FIJ-SUV 0707&lt;br /&gt;2005 N. 900 E.&lt;br /&gt;Provo, Utah 84064-1793&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can send him letters and stuff, or i guess packages at some kind of place that sends the MTC packages or whatever. also, i recommend http://www.dearelder.com because they will send your letters to the MTC FOAR FREE. they print them out and make them all special and EVERYTHING. anyways, we haven't heard from collin or anything yet, seeing as it's been about 3 days give or take. so i will post everything appropriate that he says and or does on this here blog. if you have any questions, you can email me at cactus.joe@gmail.com .&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it. HAVE A WONDERFUL COLLINLESS 2 YEARS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-1914730330420780590?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1914730330420780590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=1914730330420780590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1914730330420780590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1914730330420780590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/05/collins-address-n-stuff.html' title='Collin&apos;s address &apos;n&apos; stuff'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-514554931746853536</id><published>2008-04-30T11:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:28:27.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission stuff</title><content type='html'>Hey so I texted a million people and told them to come here for Mission updates. I'm not sure of my addresses yet, but I will have someone (either my sister or Brittanny) put them up as soon as possible. I hope to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back later for pictures and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to everyone who came to my farewell!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-514554931746853536?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/514554931746853536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=514554931746853536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/514554931746853536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/514554931746853536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/04/mission-stuff.html' title='Mission stuff'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-2115018093487609728</id><published>2008-04-13T12:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:42:24.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to me..</title><content type='html'>Well everybody, I'm off to go serve a mission. Well, in like 2 weeks. April 30th.&lt;br /&gt;So basically there's one of those farewell things going on in exactly 2 weeks from today. April 27th. 1 o'clock PM. So if you want to come hear me speak, then you're welcome to. Then there is a party dealio going on at my house afterwards. You know, talk, meet, greet, feet, etc. I'm not sure exactly on the time of the open house at my house afterwards, but some time after church.&lt;br /&gt;SO basically if you want to ever see me again, that is the time.&lt;br /&gt;And if you want the addresses just email me and I'll hook you up. I'll be posting them later since I don't know my church's address off the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;SO tell anyone you can think of that might want to go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have Brittanny post my addresses for letters and email when I leave. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-2115018093487609728?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2115018093487609728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=2115018093487609728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2115018093487609728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2115018093487609728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/04/farewell-to-me.html' title='Farewell to me..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-2110497383880737066</id><published>2008-03-30T17:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:59:48.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about a girl...</title><content type='html'>So I'm thinking about a girl. No, different girl. Not the one I just wrote a blog thing about. Anyway, I don't know if it's just that its spring or what, but most of the time all I can think of is girls. As some of you may have noticed. They are all around and sort of hard to miss. However my focus is usually on one. She's like a song that is stuck in my head.. But my most favorite song so I never get sick of it. And then my dreams are to the same tune..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame we're so far apart. *Sigh...* All I can do is text her. But that's okay. I'm on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-2110497383880737066?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2110497383880737066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=2110497383880737066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2110497383880737066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2110497383880737066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/03/thinking-about-girl.html' title='Thinking about a girl...'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-6420880170202434065</id><published>2008-03-26T10:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:38:25.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' on a Safari</title><content type='html'>Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;Am I on a Mac or am I on a Windows PC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R-p5F_QjTwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xdVZGqLm6Dg/s1600-h/mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R-p5F_QjTwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xdVZGqLm6Dg/s320/mac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182087465030340354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closer up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R-p5GPQjTxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/h6u7sNIoacs/s1600-h/mac2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R-p5GPQjTxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/h6u7sNIoacs/s320/mac2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182087469325307666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope! I'm in the new(ish) Safari for Windows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R-p5GfQjTyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/NMq00iMkwZ4/s1600-h/windows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R-p5GfQjTyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/NMq00iMkwZ4/s320/windows.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182087473620274978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this cool? I like it. Apple went to great lengths to make it look just like the Mac version. They even use Mac scroll-bars, Mac font smoothing (instead of the built-in Windows Cleartype) and Windows Live Search isn't even an option in the search bar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only giveaway is that the menubar isn't at the top of the screen and doesn't have the Mighty Blue Apple in the corner. Anyway, it is a little questionable that it installs automatically when you update iTunes, but it's still cool anyway. It's like my home away from home in Windows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, I usually use Firefox when I'm on my Mac anyway. I just like AdBlock, Greasemonkey and Foxmarks too much to convert to Safari for good. However I have found pretty good Safari alternates today, I'm going to try them out when I get home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Safari is very pretty, and very snappy when going from page to page. Much faster than IE or Firefox. And when I'm on my Mac, it launches leaps and bounds faster than Firefox; almost immediately when I click the icon. Firefox has to wait almost 20 seconds sometimes. On this specific PC, Safari launches in about 6 seconds, compared to IE7's about 3. Firefox took about 11 seconds. But this is a slow computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, Safari is pretty cool for Mac or Windows. What can I say, Apple makes a pretty good product.&lt;/div&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/21285079-6420880170202434065?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6420880170202434065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=6420880170202434065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6420880170202434065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6420880170202434065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/03/goin-on-safari.html' title='Goin&apos; on a Safari'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R-p5F_QjTwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xdVZGqLm6Dg/s72-c/mac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-5140367051193695647</id><published>2008-03-19T12:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:41:53.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Louis XIV wish they were Radiohead?</title><content type='html'>So I have recently been digging this song called Karma Police by Radiohead. For the most part I don't listen to Radiohead, (I know, I know, blasphemy, blah blah blah) but I do really like this song. I absolutely love the piano and guitar chords in the beginning, the dark bass-line, and the piano throughout. I also love "This is what you get when you mess with us." from the lyrics of the song. So after listening to it quite a few times, the chords and instrumentation are seered into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;So when I heard this new song called Air Traffic Control by Louis XIV, my first impression was that it was some sort or remix or mashup with Karma Police, but it turns out the intro is just a blatant rip-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma Police:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.krieger-ricks.com/collin/karma.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="52" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Traffic Control:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.krieger-ricks.com/collin/airtraffic.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="52" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they are mixed together: (I had to change the speed a little bit but it's still the same song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.krieger-ricks.com/collin/together.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="52" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sound just the same to me. The Air Traffic Control is a little slower and has strings and some sort of banjo or something in there, but the chord progression is the same. Notice where the bass hits in Karma Police at about 26 seconds and where the bass hits in Air Traffic Control at about 14 seconds. Also notice the fade into the verses, Karma Police at 21 seconds and Air Traffic Control at 27 seconds. Maybe it's just me, but these Louis XIV guys should come up with their own music. And the voice is just plain annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to unravel more conspiracy, or rather just to point out, Karma Police has been compared to the piano in Sexy Sadie by The Beatles. Thom Yorke himself (Radiohead's lead guy) has said that they had been listening to The Beatles when they made OK Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.krieger-ricks.com/collin/sadie.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="52" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it could be worse. At least they're copying a good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at least it's not as bad as Vanilla Ice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-5140367051193695647?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5140367051193695647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=5140367051193695647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/5140367051193695647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/5140367051193695647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/03/music-comparison.html' title='Do Louis XIV wish they were Radiohead?'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4660347718268619986</id><published>2008-02-26T23:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:39:54.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallin, yes I am fallin...</title><content type='html'>When I said I'd go to a choir concert last week I didn't know it would end in meeting the love of my life and spending ridiculous amounts of time thinking about her. But ah. It sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a lot of friends in choir. I'm not sure why, but it's true. Either they were in choir when they were in high school or they are in choir now, but either way choir is involved in the mix somehow. I myself was in band, but I didn't make a lot of friends there. Band people are weird. But at least they're better than Orchestra people. Now those guys are WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding, kidding. I do have some band geek friends and a few orchdork friends and they're just awesome. There are a few stereotypical super-nerd types that are quite simply, constantly annoying the crap out of me, but you will find those in any organization. Be it band, orchestra, chess club, or pokemon club. They all have them. My sister is in band and plays the Tenor Sax, and she's the most awesome person I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of this rambling here is I ended up going to a Choir/Band concert with an American freedom type theme on Saturday. My sister was playing in the band and since I was already there, I was going to give her a ride home. But she and her little friends wanted to go to Iceburg to celebrate whatever so I came along. I sat down at the table and stared at my cell phone while my sister waited in line for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with me it's not too uncommon for someone completely random that I can't remember ever seeing in my life recognizing me and coming up to say hi to me. I'm not sure why, because I don't usually label myself as being one of those popular kids, but somehow everybody in the flippin world knows me. And I know about 20% of these people. It's not a bad thing, I do like attention. So when people come up to me that I don't really recognize my natural reaction is to say "Oh hi! How are you!" instead of "So who are you?" since I don't want to embarrass myself or the other person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when this girl came up to me and said Hi Collin! I didn't hesitate but to say "Well hello, how are you?" And I hardly looked up from my cell phone. But then when I saw her out of the corner of my eye and realized she was attractive, I looked up. It took me a couple seconds to realize that she was someone that I talked to every day in school for 2 years. Duh. She was cute back then, but the girl standing in front of me was nothing short of gorgeous. Of the drop dead type. She had cut and dyed her hair kind of a brownish color, but other than that nothing much had changed about her appearance. In the few seconds that I hesitated while all this was going through my mind she said "Did you forget who I am?" And I said "Oh wow, no! I didn't recognize you at first!" So we talked for a minute and eventually she had to go. Short and simple conversation about old times and what-not. But for some reason I can't get her out of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's 4 days later and I'm still thinking about her. I haven't had this reaction to a girl in like a year, and in fact I've been so bitter and hardened by the year before that I haven't really even brought myself to like a girl. But with this girl.. If at any time I wanted to use that cliché "love at first sight", this would be it. I guess it wasn't &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; first sight, and i've actually known her for years, but it feels like first sight. She was always a cute girl, but she never had quite this effect on me.  Wow. If I wasn't so awestruck I probably would have had the sense to say something like "Hey we should hang out some time" and given her my phone number, but at that moment I was too busy sitting there with my jaw sitting completely open and a vacant expression on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably for the best that I don't talk to her again, since I am going on a mission in.. 2 months from Saturday.. but just wow. I had to say something to someone. And I figured that saying everything to anyone who would listen would be the best way to go about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this girl has actually read my blog before and there is a slight chance she could be reading, I probably shouldn't post this. But I think I'm going to anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see me staring off into space, chances are my thoughts are somehow connected to her.&lt;br /&gt;And if they're not, then it's probably Guitar Hero or Pokémon.&lt;br /&gt;But the first one sounds better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4660347718268619986?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4660347718268619986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4660347718268619986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4660347718268619986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4660347718268619986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/02/fallin-yes-i-am-fallin.html' title='Fallin, yes I am fallin...'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4646862716956972877</id><published>2008-02-25T16:25:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:45:25.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few items of business</title><content type='html'>Number one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOGLE, WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED ME?''&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R8NOopK48ZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZqrMjWHaNvA/s1600-h/ishot-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R8NOopK48ZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZqrMjWHaNvA/s400/ishot-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171063257304723858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been getting this error about every other time I click on something on Blogger today. Ridiculous. Fortunately, it is not a permanent error and I haven't yet lost hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two:&lt;br /&gt;A tragic story involving me and a piece of what would normally be called "Gum".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you may know, I hate onions. Much many hates go to the onions from my soul. I hate their Body Odor that enters my face and fills my brain, I hate their taste that similarly enters my face and permeates my soul with evil, and I also hate their taste and smell of death that generally lingers for many hours after an encounter with them.&lt;br /&gt;Now today I ate some gum. Harmless, it seemed at the time. Just some normal Fruity gum. In fact, I'll get a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R8NQqpK48aI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qH3e8wkGhlI/s1600-h/Photo+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R8NQqpK48aI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qH3e8wkGhlI/s320/Photo+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171065490687717794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There it is. Trident Splash: Citrus with Blackberry. Anyway, I chewed this gum, naively thinking that it would fill my life with happiness. Boy was I wrong. About five minutes into chewing this gum I could tell that something was wrong. My mouth was no longer filled with a pleasant Blackberry taste. No, this taste was something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;But I kept chewing. And it only got worse.&lt;br /&gt;Not much later, I put my finger on the taste of this gum. This is ONION gum, I thought to myself. And I was not exaggerating. My life is now full of misery and woe, and it's all because of this gum.&lt;br /&gt;The onion taste is still in my mouth. It's inexplicably unmistakable. And it's strong. The gum is now sitting on the top of my gum tower, mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever buy this stupid gum. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item number three:&lt;br /&gt;My friend Taylor bought this mustache for a thing in a choir concert and we were playing with it, and he suddenly broke out in song.&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't condone (c)rap music, but in this case I made an exception/remix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-033989426446018656 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjt9LjlHonU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjt9LjlHonU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjt9LjlHonU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4646862716956972877?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4646862716956972877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4646862716956972877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4646862716956972877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4646862716956972877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/02/few-items-of-business.html' title='A few items of business'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R8NOopK48ZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZqrMjWHaNvA/s72-c/ishot-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-1925746110284439214</id><published>2008-02-11T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:05:57.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take another picture with my clickclickclickclick camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a creepy black cat staring at me through my window. And he's huge. I don't know what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a camera, I'd take a picture. Ooh, I'll draw it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R7CcKpK48XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dCv4ku9UkvE/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R7CcKpK48XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dCv4ku9UkvE/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165800479258112370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a graphic artist. I can hardly tell what it is. Ok it's not "Realism", it's impressionism. No, Abstract. And it's amazing. Get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-1925746110284439214?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1925746110284439214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=1925746110284439214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1925746110284439214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1925746110284439214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/02/take-another-picture-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/R7CcKpK48XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dCv4ku9UkvE/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-3826119806099285863</id><published>2008-02-10T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:49:42.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellular</title><content type='html'>So I just lost my cell phone. I don't know where I lost it, but the point is, I don't have it. I have no idea how many hundreds of texts I'm missing. I've never lost a cell phone before. I've broken like ten, but never lost one. I think someone must have taken it. I'm so mad. I'm pretty depressed about it. Every 20 seconds I have an urge to text someone and I can't. I think I might die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a few times that I didn't have a cell phone in my life. The first obvious stretch of time was from 0-15. I got my first cell phone at 15. And then I stopped paying for it and didn't have a phone for almost a year. Which was very traumatic for the first few months. Then I got a new phone and I had that one for a long time, and then I sort of chose to give it up. That wasn't as bad, at least I knew it was coming. I kind of disconnected my phone out of spite because I was angry at the general population. I think that was 11th grade. Then I got another new phone, a crappy prepaid one, that is currently in my sister's possesion. I like the service on it. I eventually bought a new phone off my friend, which was easily the best phone I've ever had. It's small, but big enough, and very thin. And, it has all my contacts. AND now it's gone forever. Grr. I looked around on the internet and the best price I could find for one was 150. And I sure as heck ain't paying that much for a new one. So I guess I'll be stuck with a crappy phone until I leave on my mission. I just want one soon. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-3826119806099285863?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3826119806099285863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=3826119806099285863' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/3826119806099285863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/3826119806099285863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/02/cellular.html' title='Cellular'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-6880845116932349131</id><published>2008-02-03T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:04:00.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not yet insomniatic</title><content type='html'>Well the last 3 weeks on Sunday night I wrote entries on how I couldn't sleep. This week I tried something different and didn't take a 50 hour nap during the day. I know it sounds crazy, but it just might work. So here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna go play one game of My Name Is Jonas on Guitar Hero III, then I'm gonna hit the hay. I'll tell you how it goes. Both the sleeping and the Jonas. Ta ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I accidentally booted up Guitar Hero II first, so I played Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas; which is one of my favorite songs out of any of the Guitar Hero games. I   just can't get more than 90% on that stupid song!! I always get 89 or 90 and 4 stars. I can't get any more than that. But then I loaded up GH3 and played My Name is Jonas, which is by Weezer. And I got 97%, which is quite possibly the highest I've ever gotten, or tied for the top score I've ever gotten. And this is with a hurt finger (which is a story I will tell later). And I tried playing it 2 more times, but I got 91% and 93%. I guess I can only play it good one time a night. Meh. Well, I'm going to try and sleep now, but you might be hearing from me again if I can't. Ta ta again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-6880845116932349131?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6880845116932349131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=6880845116932349131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6880845116932349131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6880845116932349131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-yet-insomniatic.html' title='Not yet insomniatic'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-870199387685445290</id><published>2008-01-31T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:34:59.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;78 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Firefox seems very unresponsive today, it's like I'm using a PC. .... Oh, I am using a PC. I am getting really tired of having to click every link twice for it to go anywhere. And no it's not that the internet is going slow (well.. it is. But still, trust me on this one) pages don't even start loading. Weeeeeird! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND last but not least, I went to Gandalfos (Spell..? I don't know, I spelled it as if it was that wizard man.) and it was AWESOME and I think I'll go there again when I'm feeling rich. 9 bucks for lunch ain't that great, but it sure is tasty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-870199387685445290?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/870199387685445290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=870199387685445290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/870199387685445290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/870199387685445290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-8174933308883921148</id><published>2008-01-30T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:52:05.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission call!</title><content type='html'>I just got my call and I'm going to *drumroll*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fiji Suva mission! French speaking! All those years of french hasn't gone to waste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-8174933308883921148?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8174933308883921148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=8174933308883921148' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8174933308883921148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8174933308883921148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/01/mission-call.html' title='Mission call!'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-9204528968745873953</id><published>2008-01-30T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:23:43.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Multimultilingual</title><content type='html'>Blogger is now available in a few new languages, and Persian is one of them. Come on, cats don't use computers. Silly Google engineers. One day they will learn what I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while I have your attention, let me just say that driving in the snow is slightly nerve wracking in rear-wheel drive. Goodness. I drove through the blizzard yesterday in a crappy truck with two thousand dollar mirrors in the back. I heard on the radio this morning that there were over 200 accidents on I-15 yesterday. And I was almost in like 15 of them. But I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news for the day? I'm mad that Star Trek: TNG isn't coming on tv anymore. At least not on any of the channels I have. All the awesome power of my Dish DVR is going to waste recording crap off Cartoon Network for my brothers. This simply must stop. I'm not gonna do anything about it though, I've come down with a case of the lazy. It's in its advanced state, there's nothing anyone can do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now. Happy Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-9204528968745873953?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/9204528968745873953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=9204528968745873953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/9204528968745873953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/9204528968745873953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/01/multimultilingual.html' title='Multimultilingual'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4195450246410367422</id><published>2008-01-27T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:46:00.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon, GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/pUoeOM3mEAA" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/pUoeOM3mEAA" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My cat has been upgraded to Pokemon status.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... Everything is funny at 2 am.&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/21285079-4195450246410367422?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4195450246410367422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4195450246410367422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4195450246410367422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4195450246410367422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/01/pokemon-go.html' title='Pokemon, GO!'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-7480903500591315535</id><published>2008-01-21T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:07:30.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week later</title><content type='html'>Well it is almost exactly one week after I wrote my last entry, and once again I can't sleep. I don't like not being able to sleep when I want to. I wish I was like Data (I've been watching too much Star Trek: The Next Generation) and either be able to start a dream sequence on que, or not even need to sleep. Or both. But I need sleep. I just can't always get it. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rambled a little more and posted it, but it was pointless. After I posted it I looked at some of my previous blog entries, and wow. I make absolutely no sense. I have written some of the most random crap. I can hardly believe it. I think I took a lot of my old posts down, but I think they're still around in draft form. I am going to put them back up to see how much I've changed over the years. I think my first blog entry was back in 2005. Oh life was so dramatic then. Or rather, I sure thought it was. I've definitely changed since then. I hope it's for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this post? Don't ask. I like the sound of my own voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-7480903500591315535?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7480903500591315535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=7480903500591315535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7480903500591315535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7480903500591315535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-week-later.html' title='One week later'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-911742703950254347</id><published>2008-01-14T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:17:14.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep deprived insanity</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The sheep are nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;I think they're on a Serta commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a poem. No not really. I typed the first sentence and it wanted to become a poem. But it just wasn't in the cards. And it doesn't help that I can't write poems either way. I'm surprised anyone reads this junk I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What these sheep don't realize is that there are still plenty of people who don't have a Serta mattress who are in dire need of their services. I'm even willing to pay them, if only they'll jump over my bed in order. I knew sheep were dumb, but come on. Choose your battles. Leave Serta alone and come entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that one isn't a poem. It's more of a rant at the sheep. My sanity is beginning to deteriorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for like 3 hours and then woke up abruptly. Now that's frustrating. Usually after I fall asleep, I can stay asleep. I don't know what the deal is here. I feel pretty tired, but when I close my eyes, pieces of a song keep spinning through my head and just dare me to try and fall asleep. Ironically the song is "Need some sleep" by The Eels. I just barely looked it up. The only place I've ever heard it is on Shrek. And I haven't seen that movie in a long time. I don't know why it chose to taunt me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess here is where I analyze myself or something. I don't know how this trend started. That one didn't work the sheep in. Maybe I'm giving up on them. I guess we'll just have to read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is becoming my two personalities fighting in writing. I wish at least one of them would go to sleep. That last sentence was almost written from the point of view of a third personality. Oh great. Now I'm in for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm not sure if I'm on the writing part or the analyzing part, or why that even started. The point is, we're all going to bed. Rather, we're going to try and sleep. Since I'm already in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I've really lost it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-911742703950254347?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/911742703950254347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=911742703950254347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/911742703950254347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/911742703950254347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2008/01/sleep-deprived-insanity.html' title='sleep deprived insanity'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-7224747429945367494</id><published>2007-12-22T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:39:00.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood</title><content type='html'>I like watching movies. It's fun to take a walk in someone else's shoes for 2 hours and then come back to my own. But every time I see a movie I can't help but notice the degradation in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many good movies out there, but as time goes on very few new movies are clean. Sure there are movies that have an "acceptable" amount of violence, sex, or language that wouldn't keep a fairly reasonable person from seeing it. It might not be perfect, but it's not going to keep you from getting a temple recommend. But there are probably one or two movies released per year that are actually clean. No innuendos, no "brief language" and no "brief sexual content". Pixar has released some very clean movies in the past few years, but even they find ways to work in a small innuendo here and there, some sort of language that although is a far cry from a PG-13 rating,  you definitely wouldn't say yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also the PG-13 movies that could be easily rated PG or even G if you took out the unnecessary language. In fact, there are quite a few R-rated movies that get a PG rating when they edit them for TV, and if they took out a few scenes, or the TV swears, it could even be rated G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's where CleanFlicks came in. Whenever a movie trailer came out that looked really good, but had a questionable rating, I would always say "Oh well, I'll just see it cleanflicksed." But then Hollywood came in and ruined that for us too. When they found out that people were watching their movies without the nasty scenes included, they were furious. I originally thought it was a money issue, but it was not about the money. The owners of Cleanflicks offered to pay for every rental or sale, but it wasn't even about that. The makers of the movies simply want to pollute the minds of America. They don't really care anymore if you would not pay to see an R-rated movie, but would pay to see an edited one. All they want is to ruin society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not sure if you know or not, but Cleanflicks came back under a different name and an "educational" loophole that kept them in business, doing exactly what they always did. Providing entertainment for the people who still have morals. But what do you know, the crooks in Hollywood recently found out about that too, and are threatening to sue. They were even bold enough to admit that this isn't about who is right or wrong. They just know that a small company like Flix Club can't afford to be tied up in court for years. Even if they won their lawsuit, it would still put them out of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never understood why so many R-rated movies come out every year, when the makers of the movies know that they won't make even a quarter as much money as if they would have released a PG-13 movie, or even a PG movie. It still doesn't make sense to me that anyone is that stupid. But apparently it's not about the money. It's not about anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-7224747429945367494?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7224747429945367494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=7224747429945367494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7224747429945367494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7224747429945367494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/12/hollywood.html' title='Hollywood'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-8077177728333125774</id><published>2007-12-16T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:34:49.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bipolar apparently.</title><content type='html'>Here's my newest song--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreidel dreidel dreidel,&lt;br /&gt;I made it out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I spin it&lt;br /&gt;The horses all obey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little different tone from the last entry. I'm bipolar today.  Sing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-8077177728333125774?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8077177728333125774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=8077177728333125774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8077177728333125774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8077177728333125774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-bipolar-apparently.html' title='I&apos;m bipolar apparently.'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-75968998677681216</id><published>2007-12-16T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:16:29.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of an annoyance</title><content type='html'>I'm getting tired of hearing the exact same thing from every single person I come in contact with these days. "HAVE YOU TURNED IN YOUR PAPERS YET?" Every time I'm tempted to say "No, in fact I've left the church and I'm on my way to set your house on fire." I plan on going on a mission. Don't get me wrong. I'm just not ready at this specific moment to turn my papers in. And one thing is for sure, if by some strange mistake or technicality I was called on a mission and was leaving tomorrow, I would not be ready. A lot of guys are super gung-ho about the whole thing from the get go and would serve a 15 year mission on 10 minutes notice. But I just need a little more time than the average 19 year old. And I don't want to sound like I'm anti when I say this next statement, but Utah Mormons are very judgmental. Just because I didn't turn my papers in the split second I was able to doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean I'm a terrible person, it doesn't mean I'm going to leave the church, and it doesn't mean I am not going on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tithing settlement with my whole family today and the first thing the bishop said was well we just gotta get rid of this one.. I know he's just playing and stuff, but honestly it bugged me a lot. Nobody cares what I think unless it is "I want to leave everyone and everything I've ever known right this second!" I have concerns and thoughts and reasons why I take my time with most aspects of my life. I just have things to sort out before I leave. I think the only solution is to turn in my papers and just change my availability date to May or something. Then people will leave me alone. If I have my mission call in hand I'll be a worthless 19 year old anti-mormon slacker no longer, I get officially upgraded back to a functioning member of Utah society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-75968998677681216?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/75968998677681216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=75968998677681216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/75968998677681216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/75968998677681216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-bit-of-annoyance.html' title='A little bit of an annoyance'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-2712476428437659007</id><published>2007-12-11T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:47:09.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness</title><content type='html'>My author set out to write a literary work of art&lt;br /&gt;Something that would be read and reread for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;Professors would dissect me and lecture about me&lt;br /&gt;Until their students didn't want to think ever again.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was laziness that brought about this instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-2712476428437659007?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2712476428437659007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=2712476428437659007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2712476428437659007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2712476428437659007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/12/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4488572954698275275</id><published>2007-12-06T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:35:22.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse- Unintended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/92wD8dQ_B54' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/92wD8dQ_B54'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;But i'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4488572954698275275?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4488572954698275275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4488572954698275275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4488572954698275275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4488572954698275275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/12/muse-unintended.html' title='Muse- Unintended'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-1905795072941853307</id><published>2007-11-24T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:20:03.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored. I think I'm slowly dying. I want to do something exciting. But there's just nothing to do. I wonder if tomorrow will be more exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-1905795072941853307?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1905795072941853307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=1905795072941853307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1905795072941853307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1905795072941853307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-6909807268440891651</id><published>2007-11-08T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:31:47.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is a very special day. No it's not my birthday. No, it's not your birthday. It's not actually even anyone's anniversary. That part is just to be dramatic. But today is special nonetheless. As I know you must be dying of anticipation, suspense, or just hemorrhoids, I'll just tell you what today is. Today is the day I will write my 100th blog entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote out this whole long cheesy thing about life and beauty and chickens, but I decided it sounded like I was trying too hard to make this blog special. So I just barely deleted like 4 paragraphs. You will never know what it said. Poor you. So instead of something to make you think, I'll just show you this picture I made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't played Maelstrom, it's an old mac game that I used to play as a child, that was recently ported to OS X and Windows so I get to relive the glory days once more.  Oh, and the reason this is "A bad day for a maelstrom player" is that the comets are worth 500-5000 bonus points each, and the little pink x5 thing is a x5 multiplier that will multiply the bonus points and give you a final score. But this player, however, is dead. So he can't get any of these points. And so, he will not make it on the high score list. Oh, and you should play this game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.devolution.com/~slouken/Maelstrom/ &lt;-- clicky&lt;br /&gt;A Bad Day For A Maelstrom Player&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rz8zQM7SRnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YoOF0mCRD3c/s1600-h/maelstrom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rz8zQM7SRnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YoOF0mCRD3c/s400/maelstrom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133878453666465394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-6909807268440891651?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6909807268440891651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=6909807268440891651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6909807268440891651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6909807268440891651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-100th-anniversary.html' title='My 100th Anniversary'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rz8zQM7SRnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YoOF0mCRD3c/s72-c/maelstrom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-620081249855743855</id><published>2007-11-06T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:07:44.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again, the wisdom of Relient K</title><content type='html'>The truth is excuses are lame&lt;br /&gt;Accept consequence&lt;br /&gt;Accept the blame&lt;br /&gt;We're all sinners&lt;br /&gt;We're all unclean&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe we're born with it&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's maybelline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I get a kick out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-620081249855743855?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/620081249855743855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=620081249855743855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/620081249855743855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/620081249855743855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/11/once-again-wisdom-of-relient-k.html' title='Once again, the wisdom of Relient K'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-8239431621673115653</id><published>2007-10-29T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:09:04.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft has been sold to crows?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/radionews/microsoft-sold-crows_Sun.mp3" autoplay="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-8239431621673115653?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8239431621673115653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=8239431621673115653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8239431621673115653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8239431621673115653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/10/microsoft-has-been-sold-to-crows.html' title='Microsoft has been sold to crows?'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-5791627816176411565</id><published>2007-10-19T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:42:37.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm Making a difference I suppose</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://microsoftwlmessengermkt.112.2o7.net/b/ss/mswlmmktdreamcom/1/H.9--NS/1?ns=microsoftwlmessengermkt&amp;amp;pageName=Module&amp;amp;c3=Module%20ARCblog_panel" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://global.msads.net/ads/pronws/ARC2_panel.jpg" usemap="#Map" border="0" height="420" width="420" /&gt; &lt;map name="Map" id="Map"&gt; &lt;area shape="rect" coords="266,348,402,385" href="http://im.live.com/Messenger/IM/Join/?source=ARC_blogpanel" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;area shape="rect" coords="99,295,174,311" href="http://im.live.com/messenger/im/causes/ARC/?source=ARC_blogpanel" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;area shape="rect" coords="20,28,389,140" href="http://im.live.com/messenger/im/causes/ARC/?source=ARC_blogpanel" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/map&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who uses Windows Live/MSN Messenger, this is an easy no effort way to donate money to some charities. If you add a little *red+u or one of the other codes to the end of your screen name, they donate a portion of the advertising money to a cause every time you have a conversation on MSN. It's not a lot of money, but why not. You don't have to do anything. If you use MSN, you should try this. I think this helps change the world a little more than my last entry, which was just me being high on lack of sleep and caffeine. Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, if you can't see the image above, you might be using Adblock in Firefox or something similar. I suggest temporarily turning it off to see the image.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-5791627816176411565?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5791627816176411565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=5791627816176411565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/5791627816176411565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/5791627816176411565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-making-difference-i-suppose.html' title='i&apos;m Making a difference I suppose'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-6757567527396516716</id><published>2007-10-19T01:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:49:39.577-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychotic'/><title type='text'>Something Profound</title><content type='html'>This all started with me sitting alone thinking about what to do. Then it hit me. Change the world. How can I waste all this time I have on my hands by watching junk TV? I decided it is time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that no one person can change the world. They say that since you are small and weak it's not worth it. Just go along your merry way and don't think twice about the world around you. But you can change the world in your own small way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go save a puppy from a burning tree. Go plant a tree to replace that burned tree. Go save a kitten from the vicious puppy you saved from the burning tree. The list is endless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking on the beach through a field of fire crabs, contemplating how I might get out of this now very sticky mess. My very clothes were beginning to catch fire at the ruthless will of these crabs. So I started throwing them into the ocean. Their high pitched scream was unmistakable, and heard for at least a mile in every direction. One by one their flames were extinguished by my noble efforts, killing them in the process. A curious passerby said to me, "You know you can't make a difference, why do you even try?" And I replied, "It made a difference to that one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the fire crabs, your life can be changed in an instant by one person's small actions. And whether you're the real-life cat being eaten by a metaphorical dog or a fire crab being extinguished slowly just because someone thought it was a good idea, your life is changed by the actions of others. Think about it, wouldn't life be interesting in multiple pieces from the inside of a dog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have one life to live. So help the others around you. If you see someone struggling, throw them in the ocean. Because really, they deserve it. Don't just stand idly by when an evil dog is dying in a burning tree, save the poor animal so it can live on to ruin lives and create chaos. And while you're at it, paint a painting of the whole ordeal and sell it for $1.7 billion. That would definitely change someone's life, I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, the world had changed. Before I sat down at this computer and ran my fingers along the keyboard, the world was just one psychotic blog short of a happy meal. And now, the wonderful world we live in is finally complete and we can all die happy. If anything I've said has inspired you today, remember to tell a friend. Share the inspiration. If we all help a little, we can all change the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-6757567527396516716?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6757567527396516716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=6757567527396516716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6757567527396516716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6757567527396516716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-profound.html' title='Something Profound'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-8586036038019021111</id><published>2007-10-15T16:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:42:15.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mysterious Ticking Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snape Snape Severus Snape Snape Snape Severus Snape Dumbledore Dumbledore Snape Snape Severus Snape Ron Ron Ron Weasley Dumbledore Hermione Hermione Harry Potter Harry Potter OOh Harry Potter that's me SNAPE HARRY SNAPE HARRY SNAPE Dumbledore! I'm harry potter! Singin a song all day lonnng at HOGGGGGGWARtZZZZ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voldermort. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-8586036038019021111?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8586036038019021111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=8586036038019021111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8586036038019021111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8586036038019021111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/10/mysterious-ticking-noise.html' title='The Mysterious Ticking Noise'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-2544934327325796464</id><published>2007-10-06T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:01:23.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t! Californi party!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm currently writing this from a motel in California, about 20 miles out of San Diego. Why, you may ask, am I writing a blog instead of dancing through the streets? Well, I decided my loyal fans deserve an update on my activites. I just went through about a 12 hour car ride with minimal leg room, but now I'm here and I can tell you all about it. The wireless internet in this place is on the ridiculous side of slow, but this computer is also 7 years old. So that may play a part in the experience. &lt;br /&gt;I did have to spend about a week upgrading, updating, and basically getting everything ready to get this computer seaworthy, but I suppose it's worth it. I can sleep well knowing that maybe one person will read my blog entry today and chuckle. (please, tell me you chuckled a little.) My summer vacation has officially began!  Well if you're still reading, here's a list of what I wish to accomplish whilst I'm in the big awesome state of California:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not turn gay in San Fransisco&lt;br /&gt;2. Meet up with my long lost girlfriend from Sacramento&lt;br /&gt;3. Remember that I'm not going to be anywhere near Frisco,  and not have a mental breakdown over it&lt;br /&gt;4. Prove that Walt Disney is chryogenically frozen and hidden in Pirates of the Carribbean ride in Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;5. Remember that I'm going to be even further from Sacramento than I am from San Fran, and cry for less than 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;6. Pet a dolphin at SeaWorld&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat a dolphin at SeaWorld and laugh at the faces that the dolphins make at me&lt;br /&gt;8. Bark at random passers-by and see if they cry&lt;br /&gt;9. Uncover a massive conspiracy in the Statewide system of government&lt;br /&gt;10. Singlehandedly reform the system of government successfully&lt;br /&gt;11. Meet up with The Aquabats(!) for a 7 course dinner and 3 course dessert&lt;br /&gt;12. Eat my weight in gold&lt;br /&gt;13. Start a crisis that will be remembered throughout history as "The Californian zeroes crisis of 07", or "007" for short; thus forcing James Bond to renounce his claim on the number&lt;br /&gt;15. Find where 14 wandered off to&lt;br /&gt;16. Make out with a hot beach chick&lt;br /&gt;17. Cry for less that 20 minutes when I realize that beach chicks don't like sensitive men&lt;br /&gt;18. Apply for a post on the USS Enterprise when they dock at Earth's very own Universal Studios (I was really fishing on this one. You know, like space.. Universe.. it makes sense. When you think about it.)&lt;br /&gt;19. Abolish house elf enslavement&lt;br /&gt;20. Enjoy myself on this vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-2544934327325796464?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2544934327325796464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=2544934327325796464' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2544934327325796464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2544934327325796464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/10/w00t-californi-party.html' title='w00t! Californi party!'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-2659714580306220156</id><published>2007-10-05T11:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:26:09.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aquabats on Yo Gabba Gabba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Yf5G_PAUlJM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Yf5G_PAUlJM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The super music friend show! One of my new favorite bands. They're so.. quirky. I saw them live at the Jamboree at Thanksgiving point last month.. They're super cool. And their music is clean too. If you ever have a chance to see The Aquabats live, i'd definitely suggest it. Oh and another cool little trivia tidbit.. The singer man (MC Bat Commander) is LDS and served a mission in Japan. Cool, huh? &lt;br&gt; Another video: That bouncing dot on the right is me. If you look closely. &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCxvpG9Iba0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCxvpG9Iba0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-2659714580306220156?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2659714580306220156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=2659714580306220156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2659714580306220156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2659714580306220156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/10/aquabats-on-yo-gabba-gabba.html' title='The Aquabats on Yo Gabba Gabba'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-7854304747725699949</id><published>2007-09-23T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:11:15.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My random little thought..</title><content type='html'>Oh the things that girls do to me.. Gotta love it. Or not. Or both at the same time. Ah the raw confusion..... Gotta love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-7854304747725699949?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7854304747725699949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=7854304747725699949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7854304747725699949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7854304747725699949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-random-little-thought.html' title='My random little thought..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-8391937867309380413</id><published>2007-09-21T23:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:13:16.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Talent - Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/K-6-XAhqMe8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/K-6-XAhqMe8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, I know some of my readers may not enjoy this song, but I really do. And the words remind me of what I'm thinking right now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reads a book from across the street&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone that she'll never meet&lt;br /&gt;Talk over coffee for an hour or two&lt;br /&gt;She wonders why I'm always in a good mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing time before she struts her stuff&lt;br /&gt;She needs support and I've become the crutch&lt;br /&gt;She'll never know how much she means to me&lt;br /&gt;I'd play the game but I'm the referee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Every word, every thought, every sound&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Every touch, every smile, every frown&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;All the pain we've endured until now&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;All the hope that I lost you have found&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender) Yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;She's got a brick wall behind her door&lt;br /&gt;I'd travel time and confess to her&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found a flower in a field of weeds&lt;br /&gt;I think I found a flower in a field of weeds&lt;br /&gt;Searching until my hands bleed&lt;br /&gt;This flower don't belong to me&lt;br /&gt;I think I found a flower in a field of weeds&lt;br /&gt;I think I found a flower in a field of weeds&lt;br /&gt;Searching until my hands bleed&lt;br /&gt;This flower don't belong to me&lt;br /&gt;This flower don't belong to me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't she belong to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word, every thought, every sound&lt;br /&gt;Every touch, every smile, every frown&lt;br /&gt;All the pain we've endured until now&lt;br /&gt;All the hope that I lost, you have found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Every word, every thought, every sound&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Every touch, every smile, every frown&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;All the pain we've endured until now&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;All the hope that I lost you have found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;I never had the nerve to ask&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Has my moment come and passed?&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;I never had the nerve to ask&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Has your moment come and passed?&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;I never had the nerve to ask&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Has my moment come and passed?&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;I never had the nerve to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-8391937867309380413?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8391937867309380413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=8391937867309380413' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8391937867309380413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8391937867309380413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/09/billy-talent-surrender.html' title='Billy Talent - Surrender'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4209622914929138861</id><published>2007-09-15T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:04:54.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarties Cereal.. continued.</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen the first smarties cereal, scroll down and read about it first. Otherwise this won't make a lot of sense. Otherwise, continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Aaron were confused how anyone could choke down Smarties cereal.. We had a bad experience with it. It must just be those stupid Brits, we thought. But after talking to a few real life brits including Brittanny (notice the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brit&lt;/span&gt; in her name) and Gemma (she's actually like from Great Britain), we found out that Smarties is a completely different thing accross the pond. In fact, most of them don't even know anything about the crappy Smarties we have in the US. So I did my research and found out that Smarties in UK are actually more like M&amp;amp;M's. In fact, one of the members of the family that Mr. Mars (of Mars candy) was traveling with went on to make Smarties in the UK while Mr. Mars made M&amp;amp;M's in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I scoured the internet looking for any way I could import these delightful sounding treats to my home in the US of A. I was absolutely tickled to find that there were many internet candy stores in the UK who will ship worldwide... Until I found out how much it would cost. The first store was selling them for about 3 pounds for each box including shipping, and I was like meh, 3 bucks isn't so bad. And then it dawned on me, so pounds and dollars are entirely different. That's almost $6.50 per box.  How would you like to pay 6 freakin bucks for a pack of stupid chocolate? I almost entirely gave up on the idea, when it dawned on me. There are stores around here who sell British candy.. What was I thinking? Just because I live my life about 80% on the internet doesn't mean everybody else does.. So once again me and Aaron were on a quest to eat genuine British Smarties Cereal. In fact, you could call this Smarties Cereal Quest II - Dead man's chest.  Wait, I think I'm thinking of another sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at any rate, we found a store called Many Lands in Provo, in which was sold the candy we so desperately desired. There they were, sitting there looking so delicious in that ingeniously designed hexagon box.. Nestlé Smarties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RuuAFaOSftI/AAAAAAAAACw/hrQMMD3_QD8/s1600-h/SSPX0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RuuAFaOSftI/AAAAAAAAACw/hrQMMD3_QD8/s400/SSPX0490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110319032608915154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RuuAYaOSfuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/197YneInJQg/s1600-h/SSPX0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RuuAYaOSfuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/197YneInJQg/s400/SSPX0492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110319359026429666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Complete with the authentic British spelling of "Colour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RuuAkaOSfvI/AAAAAAAAADA/sRypiKW32Xg/s1600-h/SSPX0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RuuAkaOSfvI/AAAAAAAAADA/sRypiKW32Xg/s400/SSPX0493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110319565184859890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made it into cereal once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RuuAw6OSfwI/AAAAAAAAADI/SNhgFCyFHmo/s1600-h/SSPX0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RuuAw6OSfwI/AAAAAAAAADI/SNhgFCyFHmo/s400/SSPX0494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110319779933224706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RuuA4qOSfxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JSvbKDU0sG4/s1600-h/SSPX0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RuuA4qOSfxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JSvbKDU0sG4/s400/SSPX0495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110319913077210898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mSQ7xvy_fdk"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mSQ7xvy_fdk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time we actually enjoyed it. Turns out Moss is still the genius we always knew he was. Delicious candy coated chocolate in milk? Can life get any better?? I submit that it cannot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKtXZ9Vs5jc"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKtXZ9Vs5jc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, don't let me sing ever again. And remember kids, when they say Smarties Cereal, they don't mean crappy chalky crap artificially fruit-flavored candy produced by Ce De Candy, Inc., they mean Nestlé Smarties, a colourful sugar-coated chocolate confectionery popular in Europe and the British Commonwealth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4209622914929138861?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4209622914929138861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4209622914929138861' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4209622914929138861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4209622914929138861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/09/smarties-cereal-continued.html' title='Smarties Cereal.. continued.'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RuuAFaOSftI/AAAAAAAAACw/hrQMMD3_QD8/s72-c/SSPX0490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-1370024171732103260</id><published>2007-09-09T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:19:08.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you long time</title><content type='html'>Don't you know that you can't do this to me? You have no right to poop on my party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-1370024171732103260?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1370024171732103260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=1370024171732103260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1370024171732103260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1370024171732103260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-you-long-time.html' title='Love you long time'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4720138312892170000</id><published>2007-09-05T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:34:22.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobo or Mountain Man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rt7X5BJggvI/AAAAAAAAACA/54UP-ZsTJcI/s1600-h/SSPX0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rt7X5BJggvI/AAAAAAAAACA/54UP-ZsTJcI/s320/SSPX0451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106756402045551346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Hobo or Mountain Man? Who's to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was looking at myself the other day, and I realized, I'm destined to become a hobo. Although my skills suit this profession very well, I don't know if I can handle it. I might be able to live alone in the mountains and assault unsuspecting campers like bigfoot, but I don't know if I can push a cart around full of crap and shout profanity at unsuspecting pedestrians. So I made a career choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rt7YIRJggwI/AAAAAAAAACI/OgibH-C0A5o/s1600-h/SSPX0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rt7YIRJggwI/AAAAAAAAACI/OgibH-C0A5o/s320/SSPX0449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106756664038556418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My options were limited. There was no more manly man shaving cream available. But I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rt7YdxJggxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rvlPkvcRwA4/s1600-h/SSPX0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rt7YdxJggxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rvlPkvcRwA4/s320/SSPX0448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106757033405743890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And off it went. I was tempted to leave a leprechaun beard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rt7Z7RJgg0I/AAAAAAAAACo/K69tPPvkhWI/s1600-h/SSPX0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rt7Z7RJgg0I/AAAAAAAAACo/K69tPPvkhWI/s320/SSPX0446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106758639723512642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I looked like a fool so I kept going until I looked like I was 15 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rt7ZahJggzI/AAAAAAAAACg/9C9dm3TRqHo/s1600-h/SSPX0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rt7ZahJggzI/AAAAAAAAACg/9C9dm3TRqHo/s320/SSPX0442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106758077082796850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, all ready to become a functioning member of society again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4720138312892170000?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4720138312892170000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4720138312892170000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4720138312892170000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4720138312892170000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/09/hobo-or-mountain-man.html' title='Hobo or Mountain Man?'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rt7X5BJggvI/AAAAAAAAACA/54UP-ZsTJcI/s72-c/SSPX0451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-2957127622035468895</id><published>2007-08-31T18:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:01:47.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarties Cereal</title><content type='html'>So me and Aaron Rogerson were watching "The IT Crowd"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sbHU13KI3YE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sbHU13KI3YE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we realized, we need to try this Smarties Cereal thing. So Aaron bought the Smarties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RtiyJxJggpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1FydifqrNH4/s1600-h/SSPX0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RtiyJxJggpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1FydifqrNH4/s400/SSPX0405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105026058506240658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we emptied them into the bowls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RtiyshJggqI/AAAAAAAAABY/Kz--K7Q8sfE/s1600-h/SSPX0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RtiyshJggqI/AAAAAAAAABY/Kz--K7Q8sfE/s400/SSPX0406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105026655506694818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rtiy_RJggrI/AAAAAAAAABg/GdeU3JDleJ4/s1600-h/SSPX0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rtiy_RJggrI/AAAAAAAAABg/GdeU3JDleJ4/s400/SSPX0407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105026977629242034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rti0yRJggsI/AAAAAAAAABo/-OgUCr4H9Zc/s1600-h/SSPX0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rti0yRJggsI/AAAAAAAAABo/-OgUCr4H9Zc/s400/SSPX0409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105028953314198210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fill it up with milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rti1IRJggtI/AAAAAAAAABw/5RAfwjXvNJ8/s1600-h/SSPX0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/Rti1IRJggtI/AAAAAAAAABw/5RAfwjXvNJ8/s400/SSPX0410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105029331271320274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7i_jUE_ZkpU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7i_jUE_ZkpU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIcrgFcbS7g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIcrgFcbS7g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we choked it all down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RtjETxJgguI/AAAAAAAAAB4/I6xPU7IjkHo/s1600-h/SSPX0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RtjETxJgguI/AAAAAAAAAB4/I6xPU7IjkHo/s400/SSPX0412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105046021514232546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that definitely is not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhrvCMVQq5Y"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhrvCMVQq5Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-2957127622035468895?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2957127622035468895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=2957127622035468895' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2957127622035468895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2957127622035468895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/08/smarties-cereal.html' title='Smarties Cereal'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RtiyJxJggpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1FydifqrNH4/s72-c/SSPX0405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-1918923658270610730</id><published>2007-08-30T19:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T19:33:02.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From my Facebook news feed:&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and I added the Muse logo. But you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RtdvCBJggoI/AAAAAAAAABI/OVC___sxrvQ/s1600-h/MUSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RtdvCBJggoI/AAAAAAAAABI/OVC___sxrvQ/s400/MUSE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104670783106482818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Mountain View!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go see Muse on September 12, 2007 at the McKay Events Center!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-1918923658270610730?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1918923658270610730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=1918923658270610730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1918923658270610730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1918923658270610730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/08/from-my-facebook-news-feed-oh-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RtdvCBJggoI/AAAAAAAAABI/OVC___sxrvQ/s72-c/MUSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-1816340798590926393</id><published>2007-07-21T21:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:30:49.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I will follow you into the dark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/wNIS0cuDOMw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/wNIS0cuDOMw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Absolutely love this song. Interesting video as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of mine some day you will die&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be close behind&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white&lt;br /&gt;Just our hands clasped so tight&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the hint of a spark&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule&lt;br /&gt;I got my knuckles brusied by a lady in black&lt;br /&gt;And I held my toungue as she told me&lt;br /&gt;"Son fear is the heart of love"&lt;br /&gt;So I never went back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me have seen everything to see&lt;br /&gt;From Bangkok to Calgary&lt;br /&gt;And the soles of your shoes are all worn down&lt;br /&gt;The time for sleep is now&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to cry about&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll hold each other soon&lt;br /&gt;The blackest of rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-1816340798590926393?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1816340798590926393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=1816340798590926393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1816340798590926393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1816340798590926393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-will-follow-you-into-dark.html' title='I will follow you into the dark.'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-7675079979486548243</id><published>2007-07-13T16:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:24:06.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Citizen erased</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/W4R84e1HqvU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/W4R84e1HqvU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Break me in,&lt;br /&gt;Teach us to cheat&lt;br /&gt;And to lie, cover up&lt;br /&gt;What shouldn't be shared?&lt;br /&gt;All the truth unwinding&lt;br /&gt;Scraping away&lt;br /&gt;At my mind&lt;br /&gt;Please stop asking me to describe him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one moment&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold your stage&lt;br /&gt;With no feelings at all&lt;br /&gt;Open minded&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I used to be so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self expressed, exhausting for all&lt;br /&gt;To see and to be&lt;br /&gt;What you want and what you need&lt;br /&gt;The truth unwinding&lt;br /&gt;Scraping away&lt;br /&gt;At my mind&lt;br /&gt;Please stop asking me to describe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one moment&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold your stage&lt;br /&gt;With no feelings at all&lt;br /&gt;Open minded&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I used to be so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one moment&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold your stage&lt;br /&gt;With no feelings at all&lt;br /&gt;Open minded&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I used to be so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash me away&lt;br /&gt;Clean your body of me&lt;br /&gt;Erase all the memories&lt;br /&gt;They will only bring us pain&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen all I'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-7675079979486548243?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7675079979486548243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=7675079979486548243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7675079979486548243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7675079979486548243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/07/citizen-erased.html' title='Citizen erased'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-7849154805584449253</id><published>2007-07-08T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:49:56.720-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirate pirate pirate pirate pirate'/><title type='text'>Out-Pirating the Pirates..</title><content type='html'>The encryption on the Pirates 2 DVD is ridiculous. Why would they do this to me? It's like they don't trust I won't rip it illegally! Bloody pirates. This way I have to use FOUR (count them) FOUR programs to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pirate&lt;/span&gt; it. If they would only trust me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-7849154805584449253?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7849154805584449253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=7849154805584449253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7849154805584449253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7849154805584449253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/07/out-pirating-pirates.html' title='Out-Pirating the Pirates..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-2906062558943935229</id><published>2007-06-14T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:10:43.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain's Log Stardate 61407.12</title><content type='html'>I'm just holding out until I have a starship. Without it, being the Captain is pretty pointless. Pretty uneventful day. No casualties. Had a run-in with the Romulans, but we beamed them over some  of my famous chocolate cake and they were pretty cool about the whole thing. I am still not entirely sure how I keep running into all these aliens without a ship. And I don't even know how to make cake. And thus, my entire fantasy world comes crashing down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-2906062558943935229?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2906062558943935229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=2906062558943935229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2906062558943935229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2906062558943935229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/06/captains-log-stardate-61407.html' title='Captain&apos;s Log Stardate 61407.12'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4588429514585279231</id><published>2007-05-28T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:50:48.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful</title><content type='html'>I got to sleep in today for the first time in forever.. It felt amazing to know that I had nothing to worry about. I woke up in the middle of the night because I could have sworn I had something due in school the next day.. But not only is there no school today, but I have no more assignments to worry about for a very long time. I don't even have a big project looming over my head. I wouldn't work on it even if I did, but its one less thing to stress about. I don't even have to go to work for almost 2 weeks. Ah, I love being irresponsible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4588429514585279231?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4588429514585279231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4588429514585279231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4588429514585279231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4588429514585279231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/wonderful.html' title='Wonderful'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-8425761893601246227</id><published>2007-05-23T23:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:01:27.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha!</title><content type='html'>Well guys, I think I may have literally gone insane. I don't know how it happened, I just know that it's great. I feel like life is a video game. And I'm like a little animated character. Life is a lot more fun when it isn't real. I think there's a reset button around here somewhere.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in fear is no good. Tomorrow always comes, bills are always late, blah blah blah. But really, you can just jump off the ground and fly away to a magical animated land at any time. It's right over there. *giggle giggle!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-8425761893601246227?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8425761893601246227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=8425761893601246227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8425761893601246227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8425761893601246227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha.html' title='Haha!'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4932614415872188793</id><published>2007-05-21T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:40:26.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Relient K- Come right out and say it</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://mycast.orb.com/orb/resources/common/badge/media-profil.swf" FlashVars="serverQ=http%3A%2F%2Fmycast.orb.com&amp;login=collinhead&amp;playlistId=OK32sFGU&amp;borderColor=0x&amp;backgroundImage=&amp;windowTraveling=right&amp;mediaDefault=photo" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="180" height="283" name="orbBadge" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="https://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better rest my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm growing weary of&lt;br /&gt;This point you've been trying to make&lt;br /&gt;So rather than imply&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just verbalize&lt;br /&gt;All the things that you're trying to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought things would turn out so well&lt;br /&gt;But I'm beginning to see&lt;br /&gt;That instead it's trouble&lt;br /&gt;Into a pattern we fell&lt;br /&gt;Of prolonging the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it&lt;br /&gt;Even if the words are probably gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the truth&lt;br /&gt;Than something insincere&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it (come right out and say it)&lt;br /&gt;What it is you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm thinking it's not what I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta check my pride&lt;br /&gt;Because I was starting to think&lt;br /&gt;I was starting something good&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't start it this way&lt;br /&gt;I was sinking in retrospect&lt;br /&gt;And understanding that I misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;And then this decision locks up&lt;br /&gt;So tight it couldn't be touched&lt;br /&gt;Thought you were being so kind&lt;br /&gt;But keeping your mouth sealed shut&lt;br /&gt;Rather than just opening it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it&lt;br /&gt;Even if the words are probably gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the truth&lt;br /&gt;Than something insincere&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it (come right out and say it)&lt;br /&gt;What it is you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm thinking it's not what I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried&lt;br /&gt;To guess what goes on in your head&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I just might find&lt;br /&gt;All those things you left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try to maybe not regret anything&lt;br /&gt;Later on after I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;You'll wish that you&lt;br /&gt;Had listened to me (listened to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it&lt;br /&gt;Even if the words are gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;We're better off this way&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say come right out and say&lt;br /&gt;What I know you're thinking anyway&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it&lt;br /&gt;Even if the words are probably gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the truth than something insincere&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it (come right out and say it)&lt;br /&gt;What it is you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;And just what it is you're thinking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4932614415872188793?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4932614415872188793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4932614415872188793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4932614415872188793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4932614415872188793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/relient-k-come-right-out-and-say-it.html' title='Relient K- Come right out and say it'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-8701508533043469387</id><published>2007-05-21T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:59:04.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I can't help but be skeptical. Very skeptical. My heart seems to have the great wall of china around it. Nobody gets in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-8701508533043469387?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8701508533043469387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=8701508533043469387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8701508533043469387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8701508533043469387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-i-cant-help-but-be-skeptical.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-3151364914335645569</id><published>2007-05-17T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:28:06.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I think I'll just have to fall right back out of like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-3151364914335645569?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3151364914335645569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=3151364914335645569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/3151364914335645569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/3151364914335645569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-1748732750953286692</id><published>2007-05-12T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:09:43.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?</title><content type='html'>Jack's Mannequin- Dark Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JDScNjxlScE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JDScNjxlScE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't understand the video.. At all... But I love this song. A lot. And it reminds me of.. someone. :) Don't ask why. I love the line "Have you ever been alone in a crowded room.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-1748732750953286692?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1748732750953286692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=1748732750953286692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1748732750953286692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1748732750953286692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/have-you-ever-been-alone-in-crowded.html' title='Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-3544044749001056364</id><published>2007-05-06T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:03:01.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>I'm falling in like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-3544044749001056364?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3544044749001056364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=3544044749001056364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/3544044749001056364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/3544044749001056364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-6445432942624285350</id><published>2007-04-27T07:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T07:10:42.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Game Over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-6445432942624285350?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6445432942624285350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=6445432942624285350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6445432942624285350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6445432942624285350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/04/game-over.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-5293013411770822036</id><published>2007-04-23T00:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:07:54.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...</title><content type='html'>you could totally cut the awkward with a knife right there. hoo hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-5293013411770822036?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5293013411770822036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=5293013411770822036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/5293013411770822036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/5293013411770822036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow.html' title='wow...'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-2020924557803620288</id><published>2007-04-02T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:48:28.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I just don't know how to be nice anymore. Someone, hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Why is the SAVE AS DRAFT button bigger than the PUBLISH button? I keep doing that. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-2020924557803620288?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2020924557803620288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=2020924557803620288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2020924557803620288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2020924557803620288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/04/sigh.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-6168613687569328649</id><published>2007-03-27T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:39:39.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So sick and tired...</title><content type='html'>Of being sick. And tired. Ha, no seriously. I'm so sick lately. I have had this killer headache (which finally went away) and I'm so very congested and I practically cough up a lung every 3 minutes and it's just not good! And if I went to bed earlier I wouldn't be so tired, so that part's my fault. But still!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I just talked to the girl from the last post and she says I got her sick. How evil is that? Mwahaha!!! I don't believe her though, I wasn't sick a month and 13 days ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-6168613687569328649?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6168613687569328649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=6168613687569328649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6168613687569328649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/6168613687569328649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-sick-and-tired.html' title='So sick and tired...'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-5210592632959404822</id><published>2007-03-25T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:35:02.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am way too stubborn. Why can't I let things go? I am shooting myself in both feet over and over and I know it.. but I don't stop. Someone needs to hit me in the face..... Metaphorically. I already got hit pretty hard in the face yesterday. It's so hard to just let things go and move on.. So hard. So hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-5210592632959404822?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5210592632959404822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=5210592632959404822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/5210592632959404822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/5210592632959404822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-way-too-stubborn.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-1913259917466875180</id><published>2007-03-16T22:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:24:24.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Regina Spektor - Fidelity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SGTDRztaCCw' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SGTDRztaCCw'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why I love this song so much but basically.... I love it. I freakin love the song. And the video is weird. But the more I think about it, the words connect with me as well. I'll let you figure that one out. Well, enjoy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-1913259917466875180?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1913259917466875180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=1913259917466875180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1913259917466875180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1913259917466875180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/03/regina-spektor-fidelity.html' title='Regina Spektor - Fidelity'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-520665184943450283</id><published>2007-03-14T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:12:55.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!!</title><content type='html'>Well, whatever they tell you is the real first day of spring, I don't care. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; was the first day of spring; and nobody can tell me otherwise. It was so amazingly sunny and warm and I just had to go buy flipflops and run around in my shorts. I went shopping and bought some new clothes.. I think I look pretty springy. Spring has sprung and winter doesn't know what hit it. Happy Spring!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-520665184943450283?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/520665184943450283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=520665184943450283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/520665184943450283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/520665184943450283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring.html' title='Spring!!'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4473555899912968984</id><published>2007-03-08T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:09:51.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ants..</title><content type='html'>So I was surfing the internet today, reading about everything from ALIWEB, the first search engine, to the 946 billionaires that now exist in the world. I learned about Google and Microsoft's  copyright lawsuit, Verizon and Vonage's patent lawsuit, and Ebay and MerchExchange's copyright/patent lawsuit.  I read about the Chinese Google-killer, Baidu, and last but not least, wallpaper made of ants. Yes, it sounds crazy, but actual ants cover your walls. It's dynamic, it actually moves. Okay, I'm kidding. But at this blog called funforever.net, they do have ants disguised as baroque art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funforever.net/wp-content/antique1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.funforever.net/wp-content/antique1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you look a little closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funforever.net/wp-content/antique2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.funforever.net/wp-content/antique2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, huh. It kind of reminds me of the times (Yes plural) that I woke up to the sound of thousands of flying ants flapping their wings and crawling all over my face and every surface of my room. I was vacuuming ants for 4 hours and 2 vacuum bags full. Full of ANTS. This happened two years in a row during the summers. I've had a 2 year break now, but they may come back at any time. So I guess this is why every time I wake up to anything even remotely close, I almost have a mental breakdown and reach for the bottle of ant killer that I kind of still have by my bedside. Wow, crazy ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the ants come from http://www.funforever.net/archives/anticipation/ (The art type ants. I still don't really know how the flying ants got in.) And my disclaimer is that it looks like a clean site to me, but I haven't looked very closely so you can't blame me if it's not perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4473555899912968984?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4473555899912968984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4473555899912968984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4473555899912968984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4473555899912968984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/03/ants.html' title='ants..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-1946735508910104947</id><published>2007-02-25T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:23:55.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are never as bad as they seem. Life is good; it really is. It's not the end of the world just yet. When you think about it, things could always be worse, and we always pull through anyway. Just keep smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This isn't written towards anyone in particular, but maybe it's just for you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-1946735508910104947?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1946735508910104947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=1946735508910104947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1946735508910104947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1946735508910104947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/02/things-are-never-as-bad-as-they-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4630753823636087428</id><published>2007-02-22T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:25:56.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember Mia Maid? I miss having someone to actually read and comment on my blogs.. At very first I got annoyed that some kid that I didn't know wouldn't leave me alone but now I actually miss having someone who cares. What happened to &lt;a href="http://miamaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Her Blog&lt;/a&gt; is unknown to me, but for a while it was hijacked by ads and spam and crap.. And it made me a little sad. I never appreciate anything until it is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4630753823636087428?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4630753823636087428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4630753823636087428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4630753823636087428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4630753823636087428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/02/does-anyone-remember-mia-maid-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4030859219042958985</id><published>2007-02-18T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:18:29.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormon..</title><content type='html'>I was looking through other blogs today and I was thinking on the subject of religion. Why is it that some Christians base their entire life on their religion and put pictures of Christ and everything on their blog, and other people make a small mention or nothing at all? I feel that my religion is not something I should be ashamed of, so for anyone who stumbles on my blog, frequent readers of my blog, or anyone who may or may not want to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Collin Winget, am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Yes, this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; mean I am a Christian; which means I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; believe in Christ. I'm not perfect, and I'm not always the best "Mormon", but I do honestly believe in my religion and I am not ashamed to let people know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not fit in with all my other posts, but when I think about it, does some stupid cat who thinks about murder and a stupid song really mean anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4030859219042958985?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4030859219042958985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4030859219042958985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4030859219042958985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4030859219042958985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/02/mormon.html' title='Mormon..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-8528752736457948556</id><published>2007-02-15T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:03:18.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Onion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RdTYnvuvkRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/g4TUtoZlBXM/s1600-h/KITTEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RdTYnvuvkRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/g4TUtoZlBXM/s400/KITTEN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031884861018706194" 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/21285079-8528752736457948556?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8528752736457948556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=8528752736457948556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8528752736457948556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/8528752736457948556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-onion_15.html' title='From The Onion'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/RdTYnvuvkRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/g4TUtoZlBXM/s72-c/KITTEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-2135165796353261046</id><published>2007-01-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:01:05.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relient K- Mood Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.chiles.leon.k12.fl.us/real_chiles2/dept/tech/karmanos/Student%20ME%20pages/WD_0405/2004_MePages/2nd/JeffS/mood_rings.mp3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.chiles.leon.k12.fl.us/real_chiles2/dept/tech/karmanos/Student%20ME%20pages/WD_0405/2004_MePages/2nd/JeffS/mood_rings.mp3" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the girls that I am talking about&lt;br /&gt;Well they are time bombs and they are ticking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the only question's when they'll blow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they'll blow up; we know that without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're those girls, yeah you know those girls that let their emotions get the best of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man&lt;br /&gt;Lets get emotional girls to all wear mood rings&lt;br /&gt;So well be tipped off to when they're ticked off&lt;br /&gt;Cause well know just what they're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Cause what they're thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shes so pretty but she but does'nt always act that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her moods out swinging on the swing set almost every day&lt;br /&gt;She said to me that shes so happy its depressing&lt;br /&gt;And all I said was someone get that girl a mood ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its drama you want then look no further&lt;br /&gt;They're like the real world meets boy meets world meets days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it just kills me how they get away with murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They'll anger you then bat their eyes; those pretty eyes that watch you sympathize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ive contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man&lt;br /&gt;Lets get emotional girls to all wear mood rings&lt;br /&gt;So well be tipped off to when they're ticked off&lt;br /&gt;Cause well know just what they're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Cause what they're thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shes so pretty but she but does'nt always act that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her moods out swinging on the swing set almost every day&lt;br /&gt;She said to me that shes so stressed out that its soothing&lt;br /&gt;And all I said was someone get that girl a mood ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when its black it means watch your back because you're probably&lt;br /&gt;The last person in the world right now she wants to see&lt;br /&gt;And when its blue it means that you should call her up immediately&lt;br /&gt;And ask her out because shell most likely agree&lt;br /&gt;And when its green it simply means that she is really stressed&lt;br /&gt;And when its clear it means shes completely emotionless (and thats all right I must confess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the girls that I am talking about&lt;br /&gt;She liked you Wednesday but now its Friday and she has to wash her hair&lt;br /&gt;And it just figures that well never figure them out&lt;br /&gt;First shes Jekyll and then shes Hyde....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least she makes a lovely pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood ring oh mood ring&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me will you bring&lt;br /&gt;The key to unlock this mystery&lt;br /&gt;Of girls and their emotions&lt;br /&gt;Play it back in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I may understand the complex infrastructure known as the female mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-2135165796353261046?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2135165796353261046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=2135165796353261046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2135165796353261046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/2135165796353261046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/relient-k-mood-rings.html' title='Relient K- Mood Rings'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-7319905563353465642</id><published>2007-01-16T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:56:02.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>Caleb told me the other day that I'm both smarter and stupider than the average bear. Like today I set up a wireless router with uplink to a 10/100 hub and networked 3 wireless computers and 6 wired computers... after my dad opened the box for me. And I got around the security that blocked me out of my computer in business communications... but once I got there I was like hmm, I don't even have anything sneaky to do. So I just sat at my computer until she unlocked all of them. I think I'm more on the dumber side of this average bear business. But what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stupid thing of the day/week (depends on how you look at it..): I re-did my template on my blog a few weeks ago and thought I was pretty awesome. And then today I looked at my stat counter and I was like hmm, nobody has been to my blog in quite a while.. I wonder how 9c left that comment! And I pondered for a while before I said to myself Wow you're stupid, the code is not even on the page. Oh well. The moral of the story is I put it all back on so I can track you again! Congratulations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-7319905563353465642?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7319905563353465642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=7319905563353465642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7319905563353465642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/7319905563353465642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-1367357138785518781</id><published>2007-01-14T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:21:15.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH!H!H!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so distraught! Have you ever said to yourself.... "DANG IT I DROPPED MY PHONE IN THE TOILET!.."? yeah. i did. drop my phone in the toilet, that is. i have no phone.... well it's a good thing i have insurance. cup half full, cup half full. well, more like a quarter of the way full. :P haha. well, that's all. berrrrrreereeercchannannrrrridddddddggggggggeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-1367357138785518781?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1367357138785518781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=1367357138785518781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1367357138785518781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1367357138785518781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/ahhhhh.html' title='AHHH!H!H!!!!'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-1700056543784227604</id><published>2007-01-04T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:57:56.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever said "Wow, it's cold!!"? That seems to be the biggest thought on my mind lately. And the ironic thing is, when I'm running all over the Smith's parking lot at 11:30 at night in the 20 degree weather and not wearing a jacket it doesn't seem to bother me. But when I'm sitting in the middle of a comfortable 70 degree Seminary classroom with a jacket on, I get major chills and somehow manage to seriously wonder if I'm going to freeze to death. Isn't life fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Ha, I just had a full body shiver and thought to myself.. I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-1700056543784227604?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1700056543784227604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=1700056543784227604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1700056543784227604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/1700056543784227604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/have-you-ever-said-wow-its-cold-that.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4710023634628003704</id><published>2006-12-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:26:35.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few thoughts</title><content type='html'>I miss the old days. It sounds cheesy, but it's true. I always miss the past.. or certain things about it. I wonder if I'll ever have anything back like it used to be. There are always moments that I wish I could change, something stupid I did or said.. It happens all the time. But sometimes I just wish I could completely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;start over.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe go back to 10th grade and relive my entire high school experience with.. well, experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the whole point though, you gain experience and wisdom so you don't make the same mistakes again, but if you could go back and make sure you never made them in the first place, everything would just be too easy. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think back on life, do you ever regret being nice to people? Do you ever regret helping someone up when they were down, cheering up someone sad? I guess you could argue something stupid like "Well if I never talked to so and so my life wouldn't be like.. blah blah blah" but seriously. I think back and I feel so bad for saying things to people that really hurt them, even if at the time it seemed like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be in everybody's best interests if we were nicer to each other. I'd rather be happy about everything I said when I was angry when I think back on it years down the road than saying something that relieves my anger for a moment.. and feeling absolutely downright terrible afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not going to change the world with anything I write, but in a few days it's New Year's Day, and I resolve to just be nicer to everyone. I'm going to (try to) say things I won't regret later and hold my tongue when something nasty tries to come out. That's what I plan on doing anyway. So even if you can't change the past, this way you won't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm out. Thanks for reading, weirdo. . . . .   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4710023634628003704?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4710023634628003704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4710023634628003704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4710023634628003704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4710023634628003704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-few-thoughts.html' title='Just a few thoughts'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4705890300595690090</id><published>2006-12-14T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:24:52.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disregard the last blog, I don't care anymore. I just had to rant yesterday. And more ranting today. Different subject though. Recently the only girl I have steadily liked since about 9th grade did something that made me very angry and in one swift motion shattered the feelings I had for her. It wasn't something she did to me, but just something that made me very disappointed. Anyway, I would say the feelings I had for her are the closest feelings I've had to actual love. But at the moment, and for the first time in years, I want nothing more than to be friends with her. So there seems to be a gaping hole in my soul. It's cool though, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have some interesting feelings today though. There is a girl whom I have known for a long time that I had some strange feelings for. This guy was kinda flirting with her and grabbed her hand and suddenly out of the blue I was really jealous. I don't know where exactly it came from, because I thought i successfully suppressed any like-like for her a while ago. I just figured it wasn't worth pursuing so I decided I wouldn't like her. She's just the kind of person that I just feel like I'm not allowed to like her. It's just how things are. But today, my heart decided to make a random jump.. And I don't know why. Maybe I'm filling the gaping hole in my soul. Ya never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a nutshell, disregard anything I've said about anyone in the last 4 or 5 posts, I'm a train wreck with my emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4705890300595690090?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4705890300595690090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4705890300595690090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4705890300595690090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4705890300595690090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/12/disregard-last-blog-i-dont-care-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-4234505444796097038</id><published>2006-12-13T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:01:42.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry to whine and complain about something stupid as usuall..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vrmeetings2.com/media/images/pics/warning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.vrmeetings2.com/media/images/pics/warning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALERT! WHINING AND COMPLAINING AHEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate girls choice dance season. I always hear this "Hmm, who can I possibly ask to this dance? Everyone has been asked! Everyone! All the good boys are taken!".. I'm like, hmm, I'm standing right here. You know I haven't been asked. It's like I just don't count or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate the whole line that's like "Oh I thought you would have been asked by now!! I really would have asked you if I knew you hadn't been asked!" Do you not have the capacity to ask me? It obviously doesn't really matter that much.. Come on. And I hate when people are all like Oh you'll get asked, every single person in the world loves you, you'll surely get asked!! No, not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be complaining too much, because like.. I got asked to every dance last year and so far this year. Besides when I was in Colorado. BUT! Okay, before you stab me in the face, listen. I always seem to be last resort in the matter. I may get asked, but I either have to con them into it and like hint to the point of "I HAVEN'T BEEN ASKED, HAVE YOu ASKED ANYONE? ANYONE AT ALL? I'M TOTALLY FREE THAT NIGHT! WHAT DO YOU SAY!??!" and then they're like "Oh, maybe. I think I'm asking that other kid that's better then you, but if I decide not to, maybe I'll ask you. Well, maybe I just won't go. Maybe." So I either Con them into asking me, or make some sort of deal with them. Like one of my "Asked" was more like an agreement.. I'll go with you, but I might not, but kinda.. yeah, you're the only one who would understand. Or like girl not even going and I'm like well I wanna go but I don't know who will ask me so she's like okay. See, lame. And then I won't get asked until the very last second possible.. Like a few hours before the dance or the day before or whatever.. So annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seem to get asked on the phone or like at lunch or something and it makes me sad, because the same person to ask me by like "hey, sorry so such short notice, but do you want to go to the dance in a few hours?" will ask someone else in this whole long ordeal that actually took effort and thinking and planning and.. effort. Like they care. When someone asks me it gives me the impression that they don't really care that much. I'm not saying that I require something huge to ask me to a dance, I just wish that girls would act more like they actually care when they ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is, I would like to actually get asked by a girl of her own free will, without me conning or paying her into it, and in some sort of advance, so it's like I'm actually being asked like a normal person. And it doesn't have to be a huge ordeal to ask me, but it would make me smile for someone to actually put some effort into it like they actually care. It doesn't have to be a skywriter or plastered room or a 3 week huge thing or whatever. Just something that says, hey, I care about you, I would really like to go on a date with you, how 'bout it? Instead of "um, so I uh.. everyone good got asked to the dance but I still want to go so uh, I know you're not going so uh.. Hmm. . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I should just be happy I usually end up going. Don't get me wrong, I always end up having fun. I don't think I've had a bad dance-date so far. Mer, I'm over it. Thanks for listening, blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, rambling over. You can get back to your lives. Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.saraphina.com/moseyirl/110498/110498-road%20sign%20warning%20about%20the%20end%20of%20the%20road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.saraphina.com/moseyirl/110498/110498-road%20sign%20warning%20about%20the%20end%20of%20the%20road.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-4234505444796097038?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4234505444796097038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=4234505444796097038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4234505444796097038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/4234505444796097038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry-to-whine-and-complain-about.html' title='Sorry to whine and complain about something stupid as usuall..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-116426771909534645</id><published>2006-11-23T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:41:59.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>Well disregard the last post as I melt into a slightly misshapen person for another girl who has come on the scene. Not quite a puddle, but you know. I'm working on it. Oh dear. Oh dearly dearly dear. What have I done with myself.. Definitely some of the strangest feelings in quite a while, I'll tell you what. 5 bucks to whoever can guess who I'm talking about on the first try, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-116426771909534645?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116426771909534645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=116426771909534645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/116426771909534645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/116426771909534645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-116103499730421672</id><published>2006-10-16T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:43:17.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>Oh snap, I've let my guard completely down again.. All it takes is some pretty girl to come along... Oh who am I kidding, the best girl I've ever met.  And I just melt into a puddle on the ground. I am just too crazy for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-116103499730421672?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116103499730421672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=116103499730421672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/116103499730421672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/116103499730421672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/sigh.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115993825348336264</id><published>2006-10-03T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:49:44.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I took conference pictures too!</title><content type='html'>Here's my attempt at being kinda serious again.. We'll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/2151/1600/pic100106_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/2151/320/pic100106_38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I meant was.. I was strolling through the forest taking pictures between conference sessions as well. Although my pictures aren't amazing like Miss Terri's, I thought I'd share anyway. I just love the fall colors. It has sort of become a family tradition to go look at the changing leaves between Sunday conference sessions, but this years' leaves were really amazing. They looked almost neon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/2151/1600/pic100106_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/2151/320/pic100106_30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of leaves, each one a unique color. Each individual leaf completely changes and falls from the sky. All this beauty completely surrounding us.. And few people take the opportunity to just take a walk. Enjoy the simple beauties in life. In the information age people move so fast they miss the little things. Or the big things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/2151/1600/pic100106_41a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/2151/320/pic100106_41a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how fascinated little kids are with simple things. Some people just walk right by the most amazing things, completely ignoring them. Don't you love the concentration on his face? This was the little caterpillar we found crawling around.. Its in a jar upstairs turned into a cocoon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/2151/1600/pic100106_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/2151/320/pic100106_35.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad the colors are all washed out here.. I swear, it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/2151/1600/pic100206_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/2151/320/pic100206_2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't from the same trip.. I just like how you can find beauty anywhere.. The trees, the sky, the ground.. Just take a minute and look around every once in a while. Live moves pretty fast. If you don't stop every once in a while, you might miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115993825348336264?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115993825348336264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115993825348336264' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115993825348336264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115993825348336264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-took-conference-pictures-too.html' title='I took conference pictures too!'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115942369320894944</id><published>2006-09-28T00:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:08:13.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lol, i got fired</title><content type='html'>oh poor wynnsong.. they lost all this. and more. i'm actually kind of glad, i was going to quit anyway. yeah yeah, you know they'll miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115942369320894944?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115942369320894944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115942369320894944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115942369320894944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115942369320894944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/09/lol-i-got-fired_27.html' title='lol, i got fired'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115942358025593450</id><published>2006-09-28T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:06:20.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lol, i got fired</title><content type='html'>oh poor wynnsong.. they lost all this. and more. i'm actually kind of glad, i was going to quit anyway. yeah yeah, you know they'll miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115942358025593450?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115942358025593450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115942358025593450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115942358025593450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115942358025593450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/09/lol-i-got-fired.html' title='lol, i got fired'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115872473117502077</id><published>2006-09-19T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:58:51.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My gosh..</title><content type='html'>Okay, I knew high school was just one big popularity contest. I understand at least that much. But come on people, grow up. Grow the freak up. It's not that big of a deal. I remember why I stopped talking to everyone. I don't even do anything and I cause drama somehow. I guess I'm more popular than I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115872473117502077?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115872473117502077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115872473117502077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115872473117502077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115872473117502077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-gosh.html' title='My gosh..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115750097228766231</id><published>2006-09-05T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:02:52.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah..</title><content type='html'>I'm frustrated with.. everything. I have to pretend nothing is wrong because I can't turn all depressed and emo on everyone. I can't talk to anyone about it because everyone seems to be involved with it. Most everyone would be offended if I brought it up. Sigh. But what I can tell you is, MATH SUCKS  AHHHH I JUST HATE IT! And I fail at it. Along with life. Dag, yo. Well, I'll keep pretending nothing is wrong and you can all pretend along with me. Have a nice day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, don't suppress your emotions. I hear it's bad for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115750097228766231?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115750097228766231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115750097228766231' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115750097228766231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115750097228766231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/09/ah.html' title='Ah..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115682537783414202</id><published>2006-08-28T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:22:57.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS ME!!! I WAS THE TURKEY ALL ALONG!!!</title><content type='html'>Hmm, Why don't I own more band T-shirts? This may be a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what in the world am I doing in a play? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Me sometimes, I don't even know what's going on there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115682537783414202?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115682537783414202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115682537783414202' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115682537783414202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115682537783414202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-me-i-was-turkey-all-along.html' title='ITS ME!!! I WAS THE TURKEY ALL ALONG!!!'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115648246892213224</id><published>2006-08-24T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:07:48.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT? DEW?</title><content type='html'>There seem to have been a lot of changes in life since school started, namely school. But I have noticed a major problem in the school system since this year has started. Some people would complain about teachers, crowded classes, lack of supplies, but my argument runs much deeper into the building blocks of the school's very core. Students that are drained of energy approach a small closet type room outside the lunchroom to nourish their bodies and minds. The same old routine, dollar goes in, MOUNTAIN DEW comes out. Instant energy, the whole world runs better. But what did the school go and do? (This is one of those times when "Go and do" should not apply) They raised the price to 1.25. Which doesn't sound like much of a problem, but think about it this way. Long lines of people yearning for the sweet joy of the Dew, held up by kids digging through their pockets for quarters. What kind of kid carries quarters around anyway? Then this whole line of students is late for class, to the displeasement of teachers, and other students. The ripped off customer who now has the sweet Dew is already a little bit miffed by getting conned out of a quarter, but will be even angrier when they get the teacher's reaction by their obsessive tardiness. Students who just cannot afford the higher price will have to resort to thievery to get these quarters. Everyone losing quarters, everyone angry, and who really profits much from a couple extra quarters.. If the soda companies really want some pocket change I've got a couple bucks of it in my room. But for the love of crap, stop torturing my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115648246892213224?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115648246892213224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115648246892213224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115648246892213224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115648246892213224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-dew.html' title='WHAT? DEW?'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115485376847305737</id><published>2006-08-06T02:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:42:48.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Post Anyone?</title><content type='html'>RPA. Uh, nevermind. Anyway, so I decided I've been posting my little worthless thoughts a little too much lately, maybe I'll post longer worthless thoughts. Maybe they'll end up being deep and inspiring. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was working today, big surprise, and helping about a thousand people with their high fat and sugar foods at the concession stand at the 'song. (Wynnsong. :P) Me having my nice polite "I would rather not be fired right now" attitude, I was being extra sweet and polite to everyone, saying things like "Enjoy your movie now, and you have a great day!" Along with other nice crap. While at the same time I'm thinking, "I hope you choke on this overpriced overbuttered crap.. Or if not, don't worry, thats where the high fat and sugar comes in.. You &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; die..." &lt;br /&gt;Kidding, it's not that bad. But I did reply to peoples' yelling and ordering me around a lot more cheerful on the outside than on the inside. Perfect smile, perfect "At Your Service" attitude.. But a lot of the time it was more or less fake. I was actually in a fairly cheerful mood, but I was not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; happy. I was helping people left and right, being nice and happy out the wazoo, it was a good day for the people I happened to be helping. And up comes this couple, I help them with their crap, I was extra nice, I got them everything quick as a flash, and I wished them a great day and to enjoy their movie, and they left. Little did I know, they went down a few places later to talk to Rachel.. And settle a little bet. The guy would swear on a Bible I was gay, and his wife would swear the opposite. How could someone be so nice and cheerful without being gay after all? Normal people are always rude, aren't they? I guess so. We all had a good laugh about it. But I think more about it, and I have to wonder.. Why do people always assume that something is fishy when they are dealt with nicely? But anyway. (Sidenote, for once I actually don't care that a bunch of random people think I'm gay.. Curious.) &lt;br /&gt;But then when I was off work there, I had to immediately go to Smith's. I started out in the same happy mood I was in at Wynnsong, but I was beginning to get into a bad mood. I had already been working so long, I already felt like crap, and I realized I had shown up 2 hours early.. But not until the two hours were up. So instead of working 18 out of the last 48 hours I could have worked 16. My mood decreased fairly steadily as the night went on. People just don't know how to be nice most of the time. Some people come through the line kinda joking around and being nice, but you never know when they'll turn around and start yelling. So I was a little on edge. I'm running through the store already getting things for other people, having more people demand I get them more things left and right and are outraged I would ask them politely to ask someone else because I don't know and I'm very busy at the moment. (I WANT 18 MORE BOXES OF ICE CREAM GO GET THEM FROM THE BACK ROOM.. I'm really busy right now and I'm almost positive we don't have any more.. but.. Well I would APPRECIATE it if you would go back there right now and CHECK! So I go back there to find out and I was right, and when I go back there to tell him he had left anyway. Goodness gracious, people.) But towards the end of the day I'm rolling on a cart at high speeds and some girl (actually a pretty cute girl.. but anyways..) Says hi to me as I pass. I put on the breaks and go back there to say You need help finding something? I could not believe someone actually just wanted to be nice. But lo and behold, she was just being nice. Actually made my night. I only had an hour left of work and at least I could be cheerful for the rest of it. &lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story? (Besides don't write useless long blogs..)There actually are nice people in the world. Even though they are few and far between sometimes. It really does make a difference to be nice to people. It is a little weird for everyone else when you first start being nice, but if we all can, maybe we'll get used to it. Instead of wondering what is wrong with the person, you'll say oh that was nice of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. Thanks for listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Collin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115485376847305737?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115485376847305737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115485376847305737' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115485376847305737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115485376847305737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/real-post-anyone.html' title='Real Post Anyone?'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115474672983282054</id><published>2006-08-04T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:58:49.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Already worked 10 hours and no end in sight, i may have money piled to the sky but tell my feet thats worth it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115474672983282054?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115459170019070852</id><published>2006-08-03T01:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:55:00.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Thoughts right before i fall asleep.. ?three horse enchilada actually sounds pretty good right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115459170019070852?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115459170019070852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115459170019070852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115459170019070852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115459170019070852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/sms-post_03.html' title='SMS Post'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115446297941286470</id><published>2006-08-01T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:09:39.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Just testing out this new phone blogging thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115446297941286470?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115446297941286470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115446297941286470' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115446297941286470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115446297941286470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/sms-post.html' title='SMS Post'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115446216816992758</id><published>2006-08-01T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:56:08.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog count..</title><content type='html'>57 posts. Disgusting. If only my phone would let me text blogs to it, then it would be closer to 200,000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115446216816992758?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115446216816992758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115446216816992758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115446216816992758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115446216816992758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-count.html' title='Blog count..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115377338697869066</id><published>2006-07-24T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:36:26.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More on octopuses</title><content type='html'>Octopuses get a bad rap, but think of all the instruments one could play if it ever wanted to start a band. Unless there was a bagpipe in the band- then it might just get too confusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115377338697869066?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115377338697869066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115377338697869066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115377338697869066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115377338697869066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-on-octopuses.html' title='More on octopuses'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115363693901012370</id><published>2006-07-24T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:42:19.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermarket Fun</title><content type='html'>It's funny how the need to buy beer and the need to keep the Sabbath day holy can sometimes join forces... The Saturday night rush at Ye Olde Smiths is an interesting one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115363693901012370?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115363693901012370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115363693901012370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115363693901012370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115363693901012370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/supermarket-fun.html' title='Supermarket Fun'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115342776580508001</id><published>2006-07-20T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:36:05.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it better this way?</title><content type='html'>All the past ones have no appeal. All the new ones don't seem to measure up. No one seems to be good enough. I successfully got away from everyone this summer, and it made me step back and take a look at everything. All the gossip and drama, all the pain and problems, they never really mattered. I've gradually adopted a general attitude of apathy lately, and it seems to be going fine. Which reminds me of a certain &lt;a href="http://www.plyrics.com/lyrics/relientk/apatheticwaytobe.html" target="_blank"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; that seems to outline everything quite nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's taken me awhile&lt;br /&gt;but this is what I've learned&lt;br /&gt;emotional attachment is really not a threat&lt;br /&gt;when I'm simply not concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I know no one&lt;br /&gt;will ever be content&lt;br /&gt;with the way things are&lt;br /&gt;or with what they've got&lt;br /&gt;so I've given up and now I'm just indifferent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;like I'm not happy&lt;br /&gt;with anything, any time, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;and the half of me's all about apathy&lt;br /&gt;and the other half just doesn't care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115342776580508001?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115342776580508001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115342776580508001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115342776580508001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115342776580508001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-it-better-this-way.html' title='Is it better this way?'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115336241042234234</id><published>2006-07-19T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:26:50.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehe... oh shoot me.</title><content type='html'>I know its wrong to find joy in others' sorrow, but sometimes it's just too funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115336241042234234?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115336241042234234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115336241042234234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115336241042234234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115336241042234234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/hehehe-oh-shoot-me.html' title='hehehe... oh shoot me.'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115311728628113695</id><published>2006-07-17T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:21:26.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloo?? is this thing on?</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda surprised almost nobody commented on that one blog.. I thought it might be interesting to find out what my deal is, eh? Well, whatever. It really was no big deal, I just thought I'd make one anyway. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115311728628113695?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115311728628113695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115311728628113695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115311728628113695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115311728628113695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/helloo-is-this-thing-on.html' title='Helloo?? is this thing on?'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115301285578258353</id><published>2006-07-15T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:20:55.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day..</title><content type='html'>So I was eating an octopus, and I'm like oh cute, it has those little suction cups on it! Ha! And then I ate it. Later, I was thinking about it, and I'm like.. What if aliens were eating me.. "Oh look, it has those little fingernails! Haha!" Chomp. Then I finished eating my sandwich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115301285578258353?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115301285578258353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115301285578258353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115301285578258353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115301285578258353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day..'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115286342030692955</id><published>2006-07-14T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:31:08.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My breathing speeds up, my heart racing.. If I wasn't so indecisive with everything in life it would be a lot easier. Quite a familiar feeling, quite familiar surroundings... The situation is practically a carbon copy. And yet it's so much different. How could I do this to 2 of my very good friends.. And yet how can I &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; do this for myself?  I have felt the same way before, and reacted in a similar way. But will I stay on the same path I did before? Both paths are wrong.. Both paths are wrong.. Both paths... are right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Very seperate from the previous post.. In fact, they could not be more different. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115286342030692955?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115286342030692955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115286342030692955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115286342030692955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115286342030692955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-breathing-speeds-up-my-heart-racing.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115265828146438075</id><published>2006-07-11T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:51:21.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I act less normal every day...</title><content type='html'>On top of being generally femmy and emotional..&lt;br /&gt;I've quilted for "fun"&lt;br /&gt;I just found out I'm a better cake decorator than &lt;I&gt;certain&lt;/I&gt; girls..&lt;br /&gt;I have seen more chick flicks than my sister, some by choice, some paid for..&lt;br /&gt;I work for the world's largest floralerist chain (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Most all of my friends are girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girls, I guess I must be going gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115265828146438075?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115265828146438075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115265828146438075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115265828146438075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115265828146438075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-act-less-normal-every-day.html' title='I act less normal every day...'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115095670363799673</id><published>2006-06-21T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:56:01.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ann's man may be a monster.. but I'd like to see your boyfriend beat up 4 t-rex's without breaking a sweat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115095670363799673?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115095670363799673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115095670363799673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115095670363799673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115095670363799673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/anns-man-may-be-monster.html' title=''/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-115096077068323303</id><published>2006-06-21T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:54:59.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>free ipod!</title><content type='html'>Hey, does anyone want a free Ipod? I do. All you need is some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ipods.freencome.com/?r=30975417"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's a catch, you have to complete one "offer" and get 3 friends to do the same. But the offers are usually free trials that you can just cancel after you finish them. Sounds too good to be true? Yeah, I know. But I actually know someone who has recieved a free Ipod. Not just a friend of a friend, not even just an internet friend, someone I know in real life. Yeah, I know you're still not convinced. Have you ever heard of NPR? National Public Radio? Well as it seems, they also have an article about how it works, why it works, etc.&lt;br /&gt;click:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marketplace.publicradio.org/shows/2005/05/12/PM200505124.html"&gt;http://marketplace.publicradio.org/shows/2005/05/12/PM200505124.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it work do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;This company called Gratis Inc. is paid by the companies doing the offers a lump sum for each person who does an offer. When they get enough people to do the offers, the money they make covers way more than just the cost of an Ipod. Need more proof?&lt;br /&gt;click here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://info.freepay.com/PressRoom.html"&gt;http://info.freepay.com/PressRoom.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all links to different websites that all offer proof for the free ipod. Stories. Success. Brilliant. Well what are you waiting for???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-115096077068323303?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115096077068323303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=115096077068323303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115096077068323303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/115096077068323303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/free-ipod.html' title='free ipod!'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285079.post-114869073348906786</id><published>2006-05-26T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T16:55:06.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>return?</title><content type='html'>i'm posting things on at the &lt;a href="http://www.collinwinget.com/blog/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt; if you want to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285079-114869073348906786?l=collinhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114869073348906786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285079&amp;postID=114869073348906786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/114869073348906786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285079/posts/default/114869073348906786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/return.html' title='return?'/><author><name>collinhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176088049243481759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiXqD7-rhvQ/TEs2g5dKBFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8huElqtbKUU/s1600-R/n508720492_804258_2979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
