<?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-30995036</id><updated>2011-10-10T10:04:13.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bradford's Cabana</title><subtitle type='html'>Kick off your shoes and relax.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-3726615658859944001</id><published>2009-07-14T21:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:44:09.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do you remember?"</title><content type='html'>Yeah I used today's theme song as my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmppuf-2uiE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmppuf-2uiE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking ALL day about two things. Before I get started, A couple of posts ago, (or the last one, I don't remember...) I mentioned something for which I chose the song "Boston &amp; St. Johns" Well for those who don't know yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be deploying to Afghanistan in early January. What does that mean? Well, on Saturday night, I was up till 0230 praying for one thing, that I could just see the people I mentioned in the post. No matter how briefly, just to say thanks in person. I may never come back from deployment, that is a simple truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, back to the two things. The first thing I want to do is take a poll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you think is worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Physical death of a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Social death of a friend(ship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by social death? I mean that you are no longer on speaking terms. Not because you want it that way, but because the other person is no longer interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I think the social death would be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that is the first thing that I thought about all day. The second, is that no matter how hard I try, some people are IMPOSSIBLE to reach, and when I try and try, they get upset, or mad. Now, I have a legit reason for this. I am leaving for school in August, and after that I deploy. I am running at of time and I am starting to get a little frantic. Well I am done for today, check back next time. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-3726615658859944001?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/3726615658859944001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=3726615658859944001' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3726615658859944001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3726615658859944001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-remember.html' title='&quot;Do you remember?&quot;'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-2220638144793811473</id><published>2009-07-13T23:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:48:26.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A vent by me via blog...</title><content type='html'>Well, before I start writing, I will post today's theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/0s3EyRjcL3/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/0s3EyRjcL3/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jukeboxvideos/video/uimosumG/daniel-powter-bad-day-video/"&gt;Bad Day (Video) - Daniel Powter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know what I am doing for work right now, I am a lowly cart attendant at the Target in Hooksett. I enjoy my job. I get to enjoy the warm weather, the rain and the lush wind that blows through there all the time. However there are three things that really annoy me are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People leaving their carts OUTSIDE the carts areas provided in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. People leaving nasty garbage in the carts.&lt;br /&gt;3. People in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today was a bad day...still is. Work was busy, people haven't replied to my messages, certain people have been...annoying. I all of a sudden have an excellent idea for a new post!...but I will save that for tomorrow. There is a possum in my window! Random, I know...wait...there are TWO possums in my window! Time to save the poor buggers. Bye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-2220638144793811473?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/2220638144793811473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=2220638144793811473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2220638144793811473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2220638144793811473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2009/07/vent-by-me-via-blog.html' title='A vent by me via blog...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5097614697326925600</id><published>2009-07-12T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:34:43.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew something so small could make such a major impact?</title><content type='html'>Well, my now non-existent readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have A NEW post!! This one should be long...and for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason number 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had three songs that have been on my mind a LOT. I have provided links to the videos, all of which I have posted before, but never all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUSNIKwNOww"&gt;Consequence Free&lt;/a&gt; I wish I did better at things during my last semester in High school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IusHiQcAYiI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearest Indication&lt;/a&gt; I feel like Everything is spinning, and I ask myself, Where do I stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vm_NYllYYRU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Boston &amp;amp; St. Johns&lt;/a&gt; I can't say me reason for linking this video, but it has a reason that I shall reveal hopefully sometime in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now that the links are out of the way, I can move on to the bulk of my text this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My title is directly related to my topic. We normally consider dreams small, yes? I mean we usually never remember them (CLEARLY) for a few hours. Wednesday night I had two dreams. Although I had two, I will be focusing on one. In this dream, I visited the past.The three scenes that I saw always had one thing in common. There were always the same 4 people...Myself and three others. These three were all in the dream for a different reason, (I believe, mind this is what I THINK) and at the same time the all shared one thing in common, they ALL Deeply inpacted my life in one way, shape or form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person I hurt.&lt;br /&gt;One, I never told how much I appreciated them allowing me to bounce ideas of them.&lt;br /&gt;One, I just never thanked for being such a cool guy B-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they all have in common though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thanked them for the totally awesome friends that they are. They have been there for me, encouraged me, made me laugh, etc. These people are the best anyone could ever find. There is a quote that says that "If you find one good friend, You have lived a good life." If that is true, what would that mean if I found Three?? I am currently making some plans that involve these three and hopefully more. Well I think this will be all...for now. Expect a follow up post in about a week, if not sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the poster that is me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I encourage you all to listen to Over the Hills and far away...good upbeat song. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5097614697326925600?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5097614697326925600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5097614697326925600' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5097614697326925600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5097614697326925600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-knew-something-so-small-could-make.html' title='Who knew something so small could make such a major impact?'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7693652539139457009</id><published>2008-10-26T13:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:25:09.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the ashes and mists of time arises...a post</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a very looooong time since I have posted...so I am doing so again, and doing it with a vengeance. It is now the end of October, ALREADY! Time sure does travel by fast. Young people grow up, the elderly pass off into the sweet embracing arms of death, new lives are made, old friendships are severed, new ones begin. There are good things that come of it, such as finding the most amazing and beautiful girl and her becoming a major part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v344/205/14/677811531/n677811531_1554854_9068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v344/205/14/677811531/n677811531_1554854_9068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there are things that we didn't have to happen, for instance, Out of my graduating class at church, Out of 6, only 2 are remaining...it's a sad sight to see...A song that reminds me of this is "Empty Chairs At Empty Tables", a song in the musical "Les Miserables". Well, lunch calls, unfortunately I am not able to finish now...but later perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7693652539139457009?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7693652539139457009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7693652539139457009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7693652539139457009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7693652539139457009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-ashes-and-mists-of-time-arisesa.html' title='From the ashes and mists of time arises...a post'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-6661330533965854894</id><published>2008-05-05T13:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:25:41.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Final Farewell...</title><content type='html'>Well, my first year at college is at it's end...full of ups and downs. One thing I remember most is my time in the Corps of Cadets. I have missed it and it will be nice to get back to some military normality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for those who don't know, I am leaving this place...I am going to a college in the south, the land of me birth. So to my friends here...farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I leave for BCT at Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri...should be an interesting time...well, that is all from me, for a LOOOOOOOONG time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-6661330533965854894?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/6661330533965854894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=6661330533965854894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6661330533965854894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6661330533965854894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/05/final-farewell.html' title='A Final Farewell...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-1155346341969557497</id><published>2008-03-22T18:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:00:21.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit right back and you'll hear a tale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a867.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/31/l_69ef8f56da46bd60f4d242f272f82cf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a867.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/31/l_69ef8f56da46bd60f4d242f272f82cf2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a request for the story has been made...That is a picture of Melissa^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at Camp Wilmot...I guess...that is as far as I remember. Anyway, I met Melissa at camp...but that is the only thing that happened...I met her, that's all, nothing fancy. But that is how we met. I met her via her sister, Shayla. Shayla is a nice girl. At the time, I didn't refer Melissa by her name...I always called her "Shayla's sister.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years passed, and we saw each other at other church functions. But we never acknowledged each other...I still called her ''Shayla's sister''. A year went by....I was  graduating high school...she was alive. Then, I went with my best friend (Randy) to the mall of NH and met up with Shayla, Melissa and family. The girls were trying non-prom dresses, Randy and I said ooh and ah at the proper times.It was at this time I started calling Melissa by her actual name...she was no longer "Shayla's sister" That was in late May of '07.  There were...8 months of  silence. I went off to the UK, came back and went to NUA came back again, then left for school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in late February, I blocked and unblocked people on AIM. Melissa was blocked, so I unblocked her...but at the time I didn't think it was her...I thought it was someone else. The day after an IM pops up from her and we started talking...being all friendly like...&lt;br /&gt;Melissa's best friend started talking to me as well...and said how well Melissa and I would go together...at first I dismissed the comments...but after talking to Melissa after a while we both acknowledged that we liked each other...but we both agreed that we didn't want to rush things. Spring break came around and on my first Saturday home, Randy and I visited Melissa and Shayla...it was a typical friendly visit...it went so well, we visited again the next Saturday, the 15th of March. This time it was more...date like. Randy, Shayla, Melissa and I played a looong game of Monopoly...Melissa and I were decimated by Randy and Shayla. After the game, Randy and I treated  our dates to Applebee's...we had a good time, and had laughs...before we left for Applebee's I asked Melissa's father for his permission to date Melissa...he said yes. On the way back to their house, I asked Melissa if She would go out with me (officially) and luckily she said yes. Once we got back we watched a couple of movies, Dan in Real Life, and Just Married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we left, it was after Midnight. That was a good day for us all. Today it has been a week...and we are still together...so I guess I am doing something right. I am greatly liked by the family and yeah...that is my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-1155346341969557497?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1155346341969557497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1155346341969557497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1155346341969557497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1155346341969557497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/03/sit-right-back-and-youll-hear-tale.html' title='Sit right back and you&apos;ll hear a tale...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7895934895333302154</id><published>2008-03-18T13:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:58:41.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The turning of the Ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.claddaghstore.com/images/RGZ00699.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.claddaghstore.com/images/RGZ00699.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Claddagh Ring...or Irish Friendship Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was my Spring Break and some interesting things happened...but before I get into that, I will give a brief introduction of what a Claddagh Ring is and what it's uses are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, the three main symbols are the hands (Which represent friendship), the heart (Which represents love), and the crown (Which represents loyalty).  The saying that is often associated with these rings is, "Let love and friendship reign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These rings can be given in friendship, or to the one you love. How the ring is worn shows the romantic availability of the wearer. Here are the four ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Hand-&lt;br /&gt;Design facing out away from the body- The person is single, and may be looking.&lt;br /&gt;Design facing in towards the body- They are taken and someone has captured their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Hand-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Design facing out away from the body- The person is engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Design facing in towards the body- The person is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, that is the basic idea of the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the story that I having been saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't really a story, I can make it a story if people are interested...but until then...it is just an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The update is...I have a girlfriend. SURPRISE!! O_O Who would of thought...anyway. Ta for now.&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/30995036-7895934895333302154?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7895934895333302154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7895934895333302154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7895934895333302154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7895934895333302154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/03/turning-of-ring.html' title='The turning of the Ring.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-8980720219714587736</id><published>2008-02-27T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:22:46.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember...my thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V96uhfQ0x9A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V96uhfQ0x9A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this movie is AMAZING in my opinion... and I highly encourage you all to watch it with a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-8980720219714587736?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/8980720219714587736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=8980720219714587736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8980720219714587736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8980720219714587736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/02/walk-to-remembermy-thoughts.html' title='A Walk to Remember...my thoughts'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-994922366472889361</id><published>2008-02-19T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:26:05.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This makes me think...</title><content type='html'>There is a song that I heard on the radio...I didn't really pay attention to it. Throughout the day, one part part kept repeating itself in my head...Towards the end of the day I looked up the lyrics and the video on youtube...because of this song. It gave me an idea for this post...but first the song that I base this post off of...I actually cried while writing this. Well here it is...Brad Paisley's "Letter to Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could write a letter to me&lt;br /&gt;And send it back in time to myself at 17&lt;br /&gt;First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed&lt;br /&gt;There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd say I know its tough&lt;br /&gt;When you break up after seven months&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don't seem fair&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1st Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And oh you got so much going for you going right But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't right for you&lt;br /&gt;And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back&lt;br /&gt;And you're wondering if you'll survive&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through this and you'll see&lt;br /&gt;You're still around to write this letter to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the stop sign at Thompson and Eighth&lt;br /&gt;Always stop completely don't just tap your brakes&lt;br /&gt;And when you get a date with Bridgett make sure the tank is full&lt;br /&gt;On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool&lt;br /&gt;Each and every time you have a fight&lt;br /&gt;Just assume you're wrong and daddy is right&lt;br /&gt;And you should really thank Mrs. Bringman&lt;br /&gt;She spend so much extra time&lt;br /&gt;It's like she sees the diamond underneath&lt;br /&gt;And she's polishing you 'til you shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2nd Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And oh you got so much going for you going right&lt;br /&gt;But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the bonfire rally&lt;br /&gt;But you're staying home instead because if you fail Algebra&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad will kill you dead&lt;br /&gt;Trust me you'll squeak by and get a C&lt;br /&gt;And you're still around to write this letter to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got so much up ahead&lt;br /&gt;You'll make new friends&lt;br /&gt;You should see your kids and wife&lt;br /&gt;And I'd end up saying have no fear&lt;br /&gt;These are nowhere near the best years of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll see you in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;When you're a grown man&lt;br /&gt;P.S. "go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3rd Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And oh you got so much going for you going right&lt;br /&gt;But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd study Spanish&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd take a typing class&lt;br /&gt;I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be&lt;br /&gt;I'd say have a little faith and you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could write a letter to me&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is you Brad. I know it seems weird to be getting a letter from yourself from the  future. If you doubt this is really me. Go to the backyard and in the woods near the little trail, there is a fallen tree. Dig about a foot and a half and there will be a ziplock and a picture in it. Anyway, now you know who that this is me, I have some things to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, OPEN UP! I know this will be hard for you, and stop being so shy. Your life will pass you by and it isn't worth the solitude in college. It's okay to be vulnerable, it's okay to take risks.  Some of your future friends will want to help you...I beg you do NOT shun them or pretend to be all tough talk to them, let them help you and be there for you. Don't make the mistakes I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, please listen to your parents especially your dad. He loves you and wants the best for you...he is very proud of you. Just assume that he knows what he is talking about, he is older and knows a thing or two. Just believe him and trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third topic is school. DO YOUR work. Don't put it off. Study, ask for help or do something. Especially with math. I know you will do horrible if you don't get help. Ask, get a tutor. It will make life easier. Sure, friends are good and fine...but don't forget there is a time for play and a time for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person to trust and follow, Mr. Paul, he is there for you and wants to help you become a God seeking young man. Follow his example, do what he says in regards to relationships, you have many years ahead of you enjoy your time as a single young man. You are not on the same timetable as everyone else, so take time and have fun with female friends, and treat them as sisters in Christ, and sisters in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many years ahead of you, so when something bad happens, don't forget that you have a lot in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion...be a friend and make new friends. Don't be shy, go out there and have fun. I know it will be hard...but do your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-994922366472889361?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/994922366472889361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=994922366472889361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/994922366472889361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/994922366472889361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-makes-me-think.html' title='This makes me think...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5334130130074910618</id><published>2008-02-11T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:02:57.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I said I wouldn't post another,,,but this one is too good.</title><content type='html'>I am putting this video up for three reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)One of my favorite songs by&lt;br /&gt;2)One of my favorite singers about&lt;br /&gt;3)One of my favorite wrestlers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O2UdjI3mrZ4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O2UdjI3mrZ4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5334130130074910618?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5334130130074910618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5334130130074910618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5334130130074910618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5334130130074910618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-i-said-i-wouldnt-post-anotherbut.html' title='I know I said I wouldn&apos;t post another,,,but this one is too good.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7624323021439172031</id><published>2008-02-11T12:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:16:09.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a real post....and time to take a break from the videos.</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my first actually me talking post in quite a long while. Nothing substantial has happened since last time. We had the Battle for the UP on Sunday...it was pretty epic...especially for me. "Why?" do you ask? Well, the it was Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot companies, and the Civilians Vs. Golf, Hotel, India, Kilo, Cav, Drill and Band. Since I am a Civilian I gladly my 1st and 2nd Battalion buddies, this also gave me the opportunity to strike back against my former company Cav. Curses and Swears, and other unpleasantness was thrown at me...and once the battle actually started, I think I was their sole target. That sucked, because that means there is 23 Vs. my lonesome. Anyway, the battle ensued and there were many people bloodied, and a good number sent to the hospital. It was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, afterwards, I was walking around the UP looking for some of my dropped gear, didn't find any. Some of the Cav guys came over and once again started the taunting, insulting, etc...the worst part is some of the people I was closest to were joining in.  That just doesn't happen in my book, so I walked over to them and wanted to talk civilly like adults, but they wouldn't hear of it. All they wanted  was to fight and trash talk...so yeah...I went for a walk...to collect my head and thoughts. Later that nigh I had Ballroom dancing lessons. I am glad they started up again. I had a good time last semester. I went with one of my friends...and to my surprise there wasn't many people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is nothing else to report...so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7624323021439172031?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7624323021439172031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7624323021439172031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7624323021439172031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7624323021439172031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-for-real-postand-time-to-take.html' title='Time for a real post....and time to take a break from the videos.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5391509945548249588</id><published>2008-02-10T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:18:58.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I dare you...cool song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmPdlUOwJZY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmPdlUOwJZY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I likee this song...plus some cool footage from wrestling...I enjoy wrestling...even though I am no good at it. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5391509945548249588?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5391509945548249588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5391509945548249588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5391509945548249588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5391509945548249588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dare-youcool-song.html' title='I dare you...cool song'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-386839426842624043</id><published>2008-02-10T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:40:57.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The type of guy I hope to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geRdF1XWsoM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/geRdF1XWsoM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends showed me this...I enjoy it very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-386839426842624043?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/386839426842624043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=386839426842624043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/386839426842624043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/386839426842624043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/02/type-of-guy-i-hope-to-be.html' title='The type of guy I hope to be...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5793355250929044519</id><published>2008-02-09T19:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:34:01.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Part of Southern pride is being a Southern gentleman..."</title><content type='html'>So yeah...I like my title...it is a quote from a fellow southerner...so I posted it...because it is so true. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="249"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/eCIpx73kb9/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/eCIpx73kb9/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="249" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy...it is pretty long...but funny...I would rate as PG13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5793355250929044519?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5793355250929044519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5793355250929044519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5793355250929044519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5793355250929044519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/02/part-of-southern-pride-is-being.html' title='&quot;Part of Southern pride is being a Southern gentleman...&quot;'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7003577612037419325</id><published>2008-02-07T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:53:16.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skillz...</title><content type='html'>is what this guy has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQkv3pPkTmc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQkv3pPkTmc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/30995036-7003577612037419325?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7003577612037419325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7003577612037419325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7003577612037419325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7003577612037419325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/02/skillz.html' title='Skillz...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-551621581540191322</id><published>2008-02-05T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:37:20.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the BEST Superbowl ad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UVYzxxgKXTY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UVYzxxgKXTY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should have just come to Norwich to film that...people doze off like that ALL the time...and yeah. enjoy. I give it a 5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-551621581540191322?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/551621581540191322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=551621581540191322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/551621581540191322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/551621581540191322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-superbowl-ad.html' title='the BEST Superbowl ad...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-4282154837002585843</id><published>2008-02-02T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:37:05.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh...enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BewKANkRYN8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BewKANkRYN8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/30995036-4282154837002585843?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/4282154837002585843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=4282154837002585843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4282154837002585843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4282154837002585843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/02/hehenjoy.html' title='Heh...enjoy'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-1079804019494354014</id><published>2008-01-31T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:30:49.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA! Love the haircuts...and the song of course</title><content type='html'>So...one of my friends died...in a freak accident...no wonder I didn't see her at all this week..."tis a pity and a pity tis, tis true" Where is that from? Don't look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am fine due to this horrible fact...ANyway the video, I love the hairstyles...especially Phil the bassist, and Phil the drummer. they make me laugh...Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQK6CGqGleI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQK6CGqGleI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/30995036-1079804019494354014?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1079804019494354014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1079804019494354014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1079804019494354014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1079804019494354014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/01/haha-love-haircutsand-song-of-course.html' title='HAHA! Love the haircuts...and the song of course'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-2969500905980952344</id><published>2008-01-27T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T18:14:39.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a lucky fellow, I'm a lucky boy. I've got a new umbrella, and it's me pride and joy!</title><content type='html'>Weird title I know, but hey, it's Irish, and I like Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what a weekend. Why do I say that you are wondering...WELL, I was in a 5 vehicle accident! HAHA! I'm fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-2969500905980952344?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/2969500905980952344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=2969500905980952344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2969500905980952344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2969500905980952344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-lucky-fellow-im-lucky-boy-ive-got.html' title='I&apos;m a lucky fellow, I&apos;m a lucky boy. I&apos;ve got a new umbrella, and it&apos;s me pride and joy!'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-4598629191511202222</id><published>2008-01-23T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:01:45.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...a Citizen Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJRthpxDM10&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJRthpxDM10&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is amazing. A lot of people don't get enough knowledge on the National Guard. We are misunderstood, and thought as just a group that stays on American Soil. To those that think so, read the paper, and learn you history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-4598629191511202222?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/4598629191511202222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=4598629191511202222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4598629191511202222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4598629191511202222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-ama-citizen-soldier.html' title='I am...a Citizen Soldier'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-2618241668322033159</id><published>2008-01-22T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:55:34.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kilt and all, this song does impress! :-D</title><content type='html'>So yeah, this song I heard in Scotland, sung by the Scotish Tenors. THe scottish version of the Irish Tenors. They sang this song kilts and all...the best part of this video is the appearence of Mr. Depp and how HILARIOUS the singers are...yes that is what they really look like...not to mention this is the pathetic excuse for a love song...still touching though. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQfqSWe8eVE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQfqSWe8eVE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/30995036-2618241668322033159?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/2618241668322033159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=2618241668322033159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2618241668322033159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2618241668322033159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/01/kilt-and-all-this-song-does-impress-d.html' title='Kilt and all, this song does impress! :-D'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7818997161990394939</id><published>2008-01-21T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:18:38.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang, one door closes, another opens</title><content type='html'>Well, today I heard some of the greatest news in my college career. Now that I am a Civilian student, Previous to today, I wasn't able to do ROTC and later commission. Now, I found out that I can do ROTC at another college.Which means I can still commission as a 2nd LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of my acquaintances, asked how my Christmas break went, I said it was Ok. She asked if it was just Ok. I said yeah, I couldn't see anyone or do anything, and no  one had any "time". She said she was sorry and that this semester should be good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see about this...one thing I have learned. "Keep friends close, but keep your enemies closer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7818997161990394939?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7818997161990394939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7818997161990394939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7818997161990394939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7818997161990394939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/01/dang-one-door-closes-another-opens.html' title='Dang, one door closes, another opens'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-375505193472699630</id><published>2008-01-18T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:39:10.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I likee this song. "Boston &amp; St. Johns"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vm_NYllYYRU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vm_NYllYYRU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, don't tell me that it's morning&lt;br /&gt;Can we keep the curtains drawn&lt;br /&gt;I haven't given you fair warning&lt;br /&gt;But our ship, she sails at dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's true I must be going but I swear I won't be long&lt;br /&gt;There isn't that much ocean between Boston and St. John's&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rover and I'm bound to sail away&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rover can you love me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if some suitor comes approaching&lt;br /&gt;Will you let him through your door&lt;br /&gt;And what if I return half broken&lt;br /&gt;Will you still want me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and dream&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you see&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boston &amp; St. John's"&lt;br /&gt;Great Big Sea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-375505193472699630?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/375505193472699630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=375505193472699630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/375505193472699630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/375505193472699630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-likee-this-song-boston-st-johns.html' title='I likee this song. &quot;Boston &amp; St. Johns&quot;'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-3544727575658468524</id><published>2008-01-16T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:14:10.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celtic Blood Calls For Celtic Music...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8K7wKyYVHc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8K7wKyYVHc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best renditions of "Reel Around the Sun" I have ever heard. If this doesn't make your heart or feet moving then you are paralyzed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-3544727575658468524?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/3544727575658468524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=3544727575658468524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3544727575658468524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3544727575658468524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/01/celtic-blood-calls-for-celtic-music.html' title='Celtic Blood Calls For Celtic Music...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-4567522403401782984</id><published>2008-01-11T20:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:13:50.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool song from a great band.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUSNIKwNOww&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUSNIKwNOww&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/30995036-4567522403401782984?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/4567522403401782984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=4567522403401782984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4567522403401782984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4567522403401782984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/01/cool-song-from-great-band.html' title='Cool song from a great band.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-1359593166805179320</id><published>2008-01-10T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:00:29.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best show in the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JN3g2j9UIbE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JN3g2j9UIbE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry just had to start with that. What is that? It is the Opening Credits for a past season of Survivor...Season 13 I believe, (One of my favorite seasons...Yul was the MAN!) Anyway, I put that on in honor of Survivor 16, Fans Vs. Favorites. This will be a season to watch...any survivor season is a season to watch. In two years, I will be Signing up. It is my dream and has been for 7 years now, to be on that show one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your definition of friendship?...(This should be interesting...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-1359593166805179320?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1359593166805179320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1359593166805179320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1359593166805179320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1359593166805179320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-show-in-world.html' title='Best show in the world.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-1721744670048446519</id><published>2008-01-02T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:44:39.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This desribes current situations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fV11NuSrMSg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fV11NuSrMSg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note. The singer, Lea Salonga plays the voive of Mulan is Disney's "Mulan".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-1721744670048446519?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1721744670048446519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1721744670048446519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1721744670048446519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1721744670048446519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-desribes-current-situations.html' title='This desribes current situations.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5384744807166691189</id><published>2007-12-19T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:31:06.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing lyrics and some good news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/F1C3013QmR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/F1C3013QmR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll Be There"&lt;br /&gt;The Pirate Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiernan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I say?&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;How will I ever hope to fare?&lt;br /&gt;How can I stay so close to you &lt;br /&gt;knowing now that your place is&lt;br /&gt;in another's embraces,&lt;br /&gt;in another man's care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be gone&lt;br /&gt;far from this hell &lt;br /&gt;till not a trace of you &lt;br /&gt;survives&lt;br /&gt;Yet I will stay on&lt;br /&gt;for I know well&lt;br /&gt;though you've left me &lt;br /&gt;behind you&lt;br /&gt;One day troubles will find you&lt;br /&gt;And when that day arrives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;For to me there's no sorrow &lt;br /&gt;worse to bear&lt;br /&gt;than a life lived apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Come the mists of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;and deep within your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll keep his wife&lt;br /&gt;dressed up in bows&lt;br /&gt;lavished eternally &lt;br /&gt;with flow'rs&lt;br /&gt;but whatever life he propose&lt;br /&gt;will be merely pretending&lt;br /&gt;to the dream never-ending&lt;br /&gt;that will always be ours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;though I know that it's madness&lt;br /&gt;Heart laid bear,&lt;br /&gt;stripped of pride&lt;br /&gt;yet still proud.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;in the depth of my sadness&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Ever steeled unyielding&lt;br /&gt;and unbowed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and marry a man you don't love &lt;br /&gt;if that pleases you.&lt;br /&gt;Throw away, for a  cause,&lt;br /&gt;all of the joys we have known.&lt;br /&gt;I though love's more than faith&lt;br /&gt;more than clan more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;Let his kiss keep you warm&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine on my own!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me I'm deceiving?&lt;br /&gt;Mad or not, I'll stay true&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there heaven speed me&lt;br /&gt;By your side as you need me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5384744807166691189?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5384744807166691189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5384744807166691189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5384744807166691189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5384744807166691189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/12/amazing-lyrics-and-some-good-news.html' title='Amazing lyrics and some good news.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-6938950393402008507</id><published>2007-12-13T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:03:12.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool song...by the best...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qs0pyWCNEIY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qs0pyWCNEIY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was no reason to believe she'd always be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't put faith in what you believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting you nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos it hurts, you never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look down, just look up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos she's always there to behind you, just to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts, believing in just one mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know we're two hearts believing in just one mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's no easy way to, to understand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much of my life in her, and it's like I'm blinded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it teaches you to never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much love you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can reach you no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts, believing in just one mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beating together till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know we're two hearts believing in just one mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together forever till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows (she scores)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll always be a special place in my heart for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows, she knows, she knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she knows (she knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows, I'm always right there beside her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're two hearts...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-6938950393402008507?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/6938950393402008507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=6938950393402008507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6938950393402008507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6938950393402008507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/12/cool-songby-best.html' title='Cool song...by the best...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-4833234968120798911</id><published>2007-12-08T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T17:59:57.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the mists of time comes...a post.</title><content type='html'>I am coming home...in 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned to an update during finals week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-4833234968120798911?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/4833234968120798911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=4833234968120798911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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doing a small interview with you because I would like to get to know more about you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B) There isn’t much to know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q) I see…anyway, mind if I ask you a few questions?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B) Ask away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q) How are you holding up in the Norwich University Corps of Cadets?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B) Depends on what area. Physically, I am doing good enough. I think I did something to my shoulder, and I busted my knee a few weeks ago. In other areas I am going good as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q) Do you often keep in contact with friends back home?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B) *Sigh*…I try, but I don’t get much in the way of responses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q) Ah, is that difficult for you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B)Very much so. I hate the distance and the lack of communication.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q) Are there days that you wish you never came here?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B) Every day I wish that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q) I see…but you are excited for Thanksgiving Break?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B) YES. I have several countdown applications on my computer, and I am always thinking of ways to keep myself busy. Tonight for example, I am going to my Judo class, but beforehand, I am going there a bit early with some of my Rook buddies and we are going to practice bagpipe stuff instead of just sitting around the barracks. Besides, the less time with the Cadre, the BETTER.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q) Haha…yes, this is true. What are you looking forward to the most over vacation?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B) Hmm…well, I guess I am looking forward to be in my own Church and see my friends there, and HOPEFULLY, I will be able to see some friends from school…if I get any chance to do this, I will be the happiest person alive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q) I take it that friends are a big part of your life?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B) A VERY big part.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q) Well this is all for now. Do you mind if I come back?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B) Sure...come back…I’m here 24/7…unfortunately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-1439112488810333167?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1439112488810333167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1439112488810333167' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1439112488810333167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1439112488810333167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-interviewdone-by-friend-of-mine.html' title='This is an interview...done by a friend of mine here...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-8054178873732341441</id><published>2007-11-07T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:48:17.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OK...NOW I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PHONE-ABLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully to stay this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach my room call...802-485-0317...and if you hear a long spiel...DON'T hang up! It is me or one of my room mates do something we have to do...so I am thinking you should call just to hear that...yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-8054178873732341441?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/8054178873732341441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=8054178873732341441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8054178873732341441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8054178873732341441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/11/oknow-i-am.html' title='OK...NOW I am...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-2601252793099229071</id><published>2007-11-07T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:23:53.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew?</title><content type='html'>How things went from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKfQG9iQkI4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKfQG9iQkI4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IusHiQcAYiI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IusHiQcAYiI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily the love stuff...but the being care-free to wondering about many things...btw this band is sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-2601252793099229071?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/2601252793099229071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT PHONE-ABLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't call me yet...&lt;br /&gt;My number is 802-485-0317&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/30995036-7458220751259890734?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7458220751259890734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7458220751259890734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7458220751259890734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7458220751259890734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;And there's no where else that I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell everybody I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'm loving every step I take&lt;br /&gt;With the sun beatin' down, yes I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;And I can't keep this smile off my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause theres nothing like seein' each other again&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the distance between&lt;br /&gt;And the stories that we tell will make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Oh it really lifts my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell 'em all I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;New friends and new places to see&lt;br /&gt;And to sleep under the stars and could ask for more&lt;br /&gt;With the moon keeping watch over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the snow not the rain can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The sun will come out wait and see&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling of the wind in your face can lift your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's no where I would rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm on my way now&lt;br /&gt;Well and truly&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way now(x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell everybody I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't wait to be there&lt;br /&gt;With blue skies ahead yes I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;And nothing but good times to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell everybody I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't wait to be home&lt;br /&gt;With the sun beating down yes I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;And nothing but good times to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm on my way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5510642903180032691?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5510642903180032691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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after Time...</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hullo and good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot ( Ok...not really a lot) of things have been going on up here in the Middle of Nowhere. First of all...I had another Ball that I attended. This time, I went to the Navy/Marine Corps Ball...it was a MILLION times better than the Regimental Ball...but still not complete...Yet again, I was alone...then I was joined by a couple of Corporals...and we talked. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ceremonies started, and of course there was the AWESOME bagpipes being played...the Marine's Hymn of course. Then the best part was when several rooks decided to replay the Iwo Jima scene...and after the scene was completed, "I'm Proud to be an American" played...a very touching song...perfect for the occasion. Then dinner commenced...and this was VERY good. Some type of chicken and steak with Burgundy Mushroom and Wine sauce, garlic mashed potatoes...and stuff like that...and a coffee or two, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the very awesome danicng started, they started with the old classics...Electric Slide, Locomotion, and several other cool songs...then they moved into the newer hippity-hoppity junk that I have no care for. After a few songs of utter blahness...they moved into the couples songs...and this is where I had to sit out...as I had no one to dance with...and at this point, I left as there was no  point in staying for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the NMCB, Us "Rooks" have completed our "Basic Training"...Yipee...all that means is that we get a little ribbon to wear on our class B's...but not until we have the privilege...so that doesn't really mean anything...to get this...we had to kill ourselves...Yes, that means I am dead...just kidding. Anyway, to get this piece of cloth we had to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Play tug of War with Upperclassmen...we lost every time&lt;br /&gt;B: Pull a Truck some many yards...uphill for the first 1/3 of the course&lt;br /&gt;C: As a group carry Rail Road ties some many yards before another company does...we won our match.&lt;br /&gt;D: DO stupid pull ups...we died in that.&lt;br /&gt;E: Carry a bunch of heavy gear for 20 minutes...that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all of this wonderful stuff, there is still the fact that Thanksgiving break starts in 12 days...I am sort of happy about this...I mean yes, it will be wonderful, but there are some things that I wonder about...and will probably find out during Break...very nerve wracking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what I am going to do all week...I guess I will play things by ear...I will see if several friends can get together sometime and do something...I don't know...it is hard to see what people are doing...especially when they don't reply to any means of contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now...I will blog again...maybe later tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-1262720148172334873?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1262720148172334873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1262720148172334873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1262720148172334873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1262720148172334873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-after-time.html' title='Time after Time...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5501534060330784871</id><published>2007-10-30T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:52:29.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER Ball, a kilt, a set of bagpipes, Crossed Sabres...and a difficult choice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyfMGVYoniI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iT-E7YW_pKU/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyfMGVYoniI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iT-E7YW_pKU/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127291109976350242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will start off with the kilt part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our "Halloween" Parade. It is the day when we get to dress up and look like idiots while putting on a skit. We did a Cav Troop Vs. Native Americans...plus a Scotsman, (Me.) My job was to dance around, (and that I did.) while the Native Americans and Troopers killed each other. I was glad I got to wear the kilt...it brought me back to the high beautiful mountains of Scotland. Well this event didn't last too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...the kilt stuff brings me to my next topic...the bagpipes...I am in the Military College of Vermont Pipes and Drums club...(yes, that is a bit to say.) and we learn how to play the Bagpipes or the drums that usually accompany the Bagpipes. Tis fun stuff...anyway. A couple of the higher ups in the club, went before the president, (of the college, who just happens to be U.S. Coast Guard Rear Admiral, Michael Schneider, Ret.) and presented the club and budget, uniform, etc. Well, not only did President Schneider like the club. He said that "I want this" meaning that we get a HUGE financial gift from him, (in the 50-60 thousands), and we are getting the uniforms finalized...and if this humble club of 30 people gets off the ground...we may become our own company in the Corps of Cadets. While this is GREAT news...there is a drawback...I would have to leave Cavalry Troop. I would have to give up my Crossed Sabres...this will be a hard choice...I mean what will I use more often? My knowledge of Bagpipes and my skill with them, or my riding skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was the combination of the rest of my topics...now for some more pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyfQ9VYonjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WsYD5XIV80Q/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyfQ9VYonjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WsYD5XIV80Q/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127296452915666482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my room mate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyfRV1YonkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YUPwID0b7H8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyfRV1YonkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YUPwID0b7H8/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127296873822461506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my Rook Buddies...looks very nice, yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5501534060330784871?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5501534060330784871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5501534060330784871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5501534060330784871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5501534060330784871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-ball-kilt-set-of-bagpipes.html' title='ANOTHER Ball, a kilt, a set of bagpipes, Crossed Sabres...and a difficult choice...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyfMGVYoniI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iT-E7YW_pKU/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7558045779143652164</id><published>2007-10-28T15:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T17:19:58.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Regimental Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyTnAFYonhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BEicdVDx_qs/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyTnAFYonhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BEicdVDx_qs/s400/117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126476264485985810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyTm7FYongI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KGfGLBESplk/s1600-h/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyTm7FYongI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KGfGLBESplk/s400/116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126476178586639874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night was the Regimental Ball...and it was...interesting.  I went by myself...and well, it was an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started with everyone that had dates lined up and introduced their dates to the Platoon Sergeant, the old fashioned way. After that there was time of socializing. We had pictures taken with the Battalion Command Sergeant Major, Platoon Sergeant and one of the Staff Sergeants. After that we went down to Plumley Armory and went through the receiving lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all of the Recruits and Corporals went through their line, THe Arc of swords started up. The Arc of Swords are for the Seniors. What happens is the Seniors go under an arc of Swords, (Thus the name). It was really quite formal and very cool. If I make it through here, that will happen to  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, the ball officially started. I wandered off in search of the beverages/coffee...unfortunately, there was only decaf at the time...but I had it. I just wanted something warm.Then the music started up. The first dance was a Waltz. I found someone...or rather they found me, and we danced to that why her date watched...that was fun. After that, I became the date/escorted snatcher...because I could dance and the dates could not...fun stuff...then as the night progressed, I found one of my Ballroom dancing partners. We danced to several Swing songs, as well as another Waltz...by this time, I was hungry and searched for some more food. Then I talked to some people the rest of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the perspective of being single, I noticed a lot. I noticed how amazing some of the couples looked during the dances...especially the slower ones. I missed out on that unfortunately maybe next year I can have someone up...but until then, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was all that really encompassed the Ball...if you want more details...you will have to ask me personally...face to face...I am evil, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now...enjoy the snazzy pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7558045779143652164?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7558045779143652164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7558045779143652164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7558045779143652164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7558045779143652164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/10/regimental-ball.html' title='The Regimental Ball'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RyTnAFYonhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BEicdVDx_qs/s72-c/117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-776228028086363645</id><published>2007-10-24T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:55:19.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalry Poem</title><content type='html'>Halfway down the trail to hell&lt;br /&gt;    In a shady meadow green,&lt;br /&gt;    Are the souls of all dead troopers camped&lt;br /&gt;    Near a good old-time canteen&lt;br /&gt;    And this eternal resting place&lt;br /&gt;    Is known as Fiddler’s Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Marching past, straight through to hell,&lt;br /&gt;    The infantry are seen,&lt;br /&gt;    Accompanied by the Engineers,&lt;br /&gt;    Artillery and Marine,&lt;br /&gt;    For none but the shades of Cavalrymen&lt;br /&gt;    Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Though some go curving down the trail&lt;br /&gt;    To seek a warmer scene,&lt;br /&gt;    No trooper ever gets to Hell&lt;br /&gt;    Ere he's emptied his canteen,&lt;br /&gt;    And so rides back to drink again&lt;br /&gt;    With friends at Fiddlers' Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And so when man and horse go down&lt;br /&gt;    Beneath a saber keen,&lt;br /&gt;    Or in a roaring charge or fierce melee&lt;br /&gt;    You stop a bullet clean,&lt;br /&gt;    And the hostiles come to get your scalp,&lt;br /&gt;    Just empty your canteen,&lt;br /&gt;    And put your pistol to your head&lt;br /&gt;    And go to Fiddlers' Green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a poem found in the Cavalry handbook, used by modern day Cav members to memorialize the fallen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-776228028086363645?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/776228028086363645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=776228028086363645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/776228028086363645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal 2:&lt;br /&gt;ke Kuini o Hawai`i&lt;br /&gt;ku i ka moku i ke Kalaunu&lt;br /&gt;Na hana a ke aloha Ma`alo&lt;br /&gt;ana i ka ua lana malie&lt;br /&gt;I ka lani malama Ho`ike&lt;br /&gt;mai ana la I ka nani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal 1:&lt;br /&gt;`O Kalakaua he inoa `O Ka pua mae`ole i ka la&lt;br /&gt;Ka pua maila i ka mauna&lt;br /&gt;I ke kuahiwi o Mauna Keä Ke ‘amaila i Kilauea&lt;br /&gt;Malamalama i Wahine kapu&lt;br /&gt;A ka luna o Uweka huna&lt;br /&gt;I ka pali kapu o Ka`auea&lt;br /&gt;Ea mai ke ali`i kia manu&lt;br /&gt;Ua wehi ka hulu o kamamo&lt;br /&gt;Ka pua nani a`o Hawai`i `O- Kalakaua he inoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`O Kalakaua he inoa `O Ka pua mae`ole i ka la&lt;br /&gt;Ka pua maila i ka mauna I ke kuahiwi o Mauna Kea&lt;br /&gt;Ke`a mai la i Kilauea&lt;br /&gt;Malamalama i Wahinekapu&lt;br /&gt;A ka luna o Uwekahuna&lt;br /&gt;I ka pali kapu o Ka`auea&lt;br /&gt;Mahalo nui ia Ke Ali`i wahine&lt;br /&gt;(ke Kuini o Hawai`i)&lt;br /&gt;`O Lili`ulani Wo ka `O hi ku&lt;br /&gt;(ku i ka moku i ke Kalaunu)&lt;br /&gt;Ea mai ke ali`i kia manu Ua wehi i ka hulu o ka mamo&lt;br /&gt;Ka pua nani a`o Hawai`i&lt;br /&gt;`O Kalakaua he inoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Chant&lt;br /&gt;He Inoa No Kalani Kalakaua Kulele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-1394513569330294717?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1394513569330294717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1394513569330294717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1394513569330294717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1394513569330294717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/10/figure-this-one-out.html' title='Figure this one out'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7772878611352227776</id><published>2007-10-22T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:24:27.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It has begun,,,</title><content type='html'>Pandora's Box has been opened...&lt;br /&gt;Hell has been unleashed...&lt;br /&gt;God has loosed his judgment...&lt;br /&gt;Cav candidacy has begun...and already I am lagging behind...now it is only a matter of time.&lt;div 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begun,,,'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5724637796265517210</id><published>2007-10-22T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:10:01.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...I am actually saying something again...SHOCK AND AWE!! O_O...&gt;_&gt;</title><content type='html'>So, if you couldn't tell my my obvious sarcasm, this will not be a happy post...so if you were expecting one...go away, there is some happy-go-lucky blog around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing, I bought a ticket to the Regimental Ball...notice how I said ticket...not ticket-S. So...ha, I still don't have a date to the Regi Ball, and I won't be getting one, so it stinks to be you who was hoping I would ask that girl...or anyone else for that matter. I will be buying a TICKET to the next ball as well, the Navy/ Marine Corps ball. No date for me then either...I guess I am not a dateable guy, why? Because I come from that semi-weird state to the east. Do I blame them? No. I dis-like New Hampshire, and even more so Vermont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAst night was the last ballroom dancing lesson for the Semester...that made me very sad, we reviewed the Tango, Rhomba, Cha-Cha, Foxtrot, Swing, and a few others. I enjoyed myself immensly. Now I have nothing to do on Sunday nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next item on the agenda...people. People annoy me. Does that mean I annoy myself? YES, IT DOES! Why? Because, no matter how much I KNOW that certain person let us call this person A. Person A doesn't write, call, email, message, or any other form of comunication. A small part of me is hoping they suffer the same thing when person A goes to college. But a larger part of me hopes that this NEVER happens to them...it is one of the worst pains in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I try to say hello, a few times, A gets all upset because I repeat the question...numerous times...Well, let us think about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A is online...I send a message, email, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A goes offline...I wait for a few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A had a HUGE activity log...of pointless stuff...but no reply. I email, message etc...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A STILL doesn't reply...I leave A alone...because I am annoyed, and would do very unkind things were I to continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it goes on and on and on....like the energizer bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...I want to disagree/ disprove someone's quote... the quote is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no distance too far between friends, for friendship gives wings to the heart." " This is False...I have tried it...and tested it. But I prove it wrong...each and everyday. SO, until someone proves me wrong, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stick with what I say...I dare you to prove me wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5724637796265517210?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5724637796265517210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5724637796265517210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5724637796265517210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5724637796265517210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeahi-am-actually-saying-something.html' title='Yeah...I am actually saying something again...SHOCK AND AWE!! O_O...&gt;_&gt;'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5434235780509811015</id><published>2007-10-18T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:22:37.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is SOOOO US... LOL</title><content type='html'>So yeah...this is us when we first got here...and where we are getting to. I am dead serious this is just like us rooks. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZSS5dEeMX64"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZSS5dEeMX64" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the one below is my motto when on an FTX...what do we do when low? THink of a girl worth fighting for. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiqmZLOaD8o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiqmZLOaD8o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah...welcome to my life. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5434235780509811015?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5434235780509811015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5434235780509811015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5434235780509811015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5434235780509811015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-soooo-us-lol.html' title='This is SOOOO US... LOL'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-1052208347252580380</id><published>2007-10-17T22:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:55:28.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A song I like.</title><content type='html'>Look at me&lt;br /&gt;You may think you see who I really am&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know me&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry day&lt;br /&gt;It's as if I play a part&lt;br /&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;If I wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;I can fool the world&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot fool my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now&lt;br /&gt;In a world where I have to hide my heart&lt;br /&gt;And what I believe in&lt;br /&gt;But somehow&lt;br /&gt;I will show the world&lt;br /&gt;What's inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;And be loved for who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;br /&gt;Why is my reflection someone I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Must I pretend that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Someone else for all time?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a heart that must be free to fly&lt;br /&gt;That burns with a need to know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Why must we all conceal&lt;br /&gt;What we think&lt;br /&gt;How we feel&lt;br /&gt;Must there be a secret me&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Someone else&lt;br /&gt;For all time&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the movie "Mulan"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-1052208347252580380?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1052208347252580380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1052208347252580380' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1052208347252580380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1052208347252580380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/10/song-i-like.html' title='A song I like.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7236346355607958572</id><published>2007-10-16T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:26:46.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Chariots of Fire</title><content type='html'>Well, I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to what I was going to say. I love this song, "Chariots of Fire" as well as the movie. They are both wonderful, but especially the song. It is my all time absolute favorite song. It is one of those songs that bring out any and all emotion, for me at least. If I am sad or upset, it will shoe more greatly, and there is the possibility of tears. If I am happy, I genuinely smile...Happy Days and jubilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ballroom Dancing lessons are almost over, Sunday is the last day...THIS makes me sad. I've made a friend or two...that happens when you just happen to end up as dancing partners a lot. But tis was fine. She was enjoyable to be with. Nice, young, pretty, nice smile, traveled to Spain...(Lucky...) and such other cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Regimental Ball is coming up...but I have no date...so I will most likely not be attending...Which is really unfortunate. Reg Ball is like the biggest deal as a Freshman...*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all from me for now...I need to pick up my Coatee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye yall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7236346355607958572?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7236346355607958572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7236346355607958572' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7236346355607958572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7236346355607958572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/10/real-chariots-of-fire.html' title='The Real Chariots of Fire'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-2158380068762769806</id><published>2007-10-15T12:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:21:34.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chariots of fire</title><content type='html'>STupid internet died on me...so I will post again later...tonight after MCV Pipes &amp; Drums meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-2158380068762769806?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/2158380068762769806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=2158380068762769806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2158380068762769806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2158380068762769806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/10/chariots-of-fire.html' title='Chariots of fire'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7644345456671886848</id><published>2007-10-14T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:14:53.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhh...I hope not.</title><content type='html'>I don't particularly care for the kissy kisy stuff...but it does some I don't know what to call it...but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcUpaJFVw90&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcUpaJFVw90&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&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/30995036-7644345456671886848?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7644345456671886848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7644345456671886848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7644345456671886848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7644345456671886848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/10/ohhhhi-hope-not.html' title='Ohhhh...I hope not.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7880164359910799845</id><published>2007-10-09T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:44:16.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>Nothing more....nothing less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7880164359910799845?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7880164359910799845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7880164359910799845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7880164359910799845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7880164359910799845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/10/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-6907395917352887402</id><published>2007-09-25T11:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:35:56.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I become?</title><content type='html'>Animal I Have Become lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape this hell&lt;br /&gt;So many times i've tried&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still caged inside&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get me through this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I can't control myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you can see the darkest side of me?&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever change this animal I have become&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal&lt;br /&gt;(This animal, this animal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape myself&lt;br /&gt;(I can't escape myself)&lt;br /&gt;So many times i've lied&lt;br /&gt;(So many times i've lied)&lt;br /&gt;But there's still rage inside&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get me through this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I can't control myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you can see the darkest side of me?&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever change this animal I have become&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal I have become&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me through this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I can't control myself&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wake me from this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape this hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you can see the darkest side of me?&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever change this animal I have become&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal I have become&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal&lt;br /&gt;(This animal I have become)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Three Days Grace, "Animal I have Become"~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this somewhat answers the question in the title, not EXACTLY explain me, but close enough. It is like I am two people, the "Animal" and the real me, it is a battle now, almost a legitimate Schizophrenia. It is quite scary, and it is hurting me and hurting others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because of the built up emotion. Each day, it gets worse and worse. Who knows what the end result is? Will I be the same? It's a scary thought. Again, this is just  a VAGUE VERY VAGUE idea of how I feel, like an animalNow, again again, this song is VERY inaccurate of how I am...but the theme is almost the same. I still control myself. ;-P Though I slip often. :-( ...that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oL6HlzQZLo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oL6HlzQZLo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer...and hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-6907395917352887402?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/6907395917352887402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=6907395917352887402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6907395917352887402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6907395917352887402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-have-i-become.html' title='What have I become?'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-531080902707147507</id><published>2007-09-25T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:31:38.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming home for a bit.</title><content type='html'>Like the title says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming home for a day-ish. I will be home on Saturday afternoon, and leave again Sunday evening...So...yeah. I just thought I would tell people that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-531080902707147507?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/531080902707147507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=531080902707147507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/531080902707147507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/531080902707147507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-coming-home-for-bit.html' title='I&apos;m coming home for a bit.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-1126104917771082662</id><published>2007-09-22T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:01:16.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(I don't have one yet...that sounds good anyway)..</title><content type='html'>THIS IS A VENTING POST ----- PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS NOT THE REAL BRAD. IT JUST A WAY TO VENT. SO PLEASE JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE POETRY...THAT ISN'T THAT GOOD...&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight, Out of mind&lt;br /&gt;that is the quote that's said&lt;br /&gt;I try to shake that horrid thought,&lt;br /&gt;but it remains within my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our companionship meant everything&lt;br /&gt;"Dear friend", the words once spoken&lt;br /&gt;I saw it as a special bonding&lt;br /&gt;Now naught but a tarnished token&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to reach out, &lt;br /&gt;to grasp your words unsaid&lt;br /&gt;I keep calling out but&lt;br /&gt;You probably think I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we not traveled the path&lt;br /&gt;The one of pain and trust?&lt;br /&gt;YES, but the memory seems to have become&lt;br /&gt;naught more than a pile of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go back to that time, &lt;br /&gt;and remember the time once forgotten&lt;br /&gt;perhaps there is a chance&lt;br /&gt;that from time can not be boughten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANother thing I made up...it goes to the music of "Honor an Glory"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laid besides his buddies,&lt;br /&gt;watching clouds passing by.&lt;br /&gt;It was his last day as a Civi.&lt;br /&gt;There were tears in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later they said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;a milestone in time.&lt;br /&gt;His friends said &lt;br /&gt;"Friend we will stay in touch."&lt;br /&gt;but they never did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen, and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;He once was so happy, &lt;br /&gt;he stood so tall,&lt;br /&gt;and forever, he will remember&lt;br /&gt;his friends that he never...&lt;br /&gt;will see no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left behind his dear friends&lt;br /&gt;and the towns where they had played&lt;br /&gt;for the mountains of Vermont,&lt;br /&gt;and the hot and humid days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes to find them all there&lt;br /&gt;and hopes that they will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Some will turn their backs,&lt;br /&gt;Some with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;and some that just won't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen, and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;He once was so happy, &lt;br /&gt;he stood so tall,&lt;br /&gt;and forever, he will remember&lt;br /&gt;his friends that he never...&lt;br /&gt;will see no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-1126104917771082662?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1126104917771082662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1126104917771082662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1126104917771082662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1126104917771082662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-have-one-yetthat-sounds-good.html' title='(I don&apos;t have one yet...that sounds good anyway)..'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5730434574435358471</id><published>2007-09-20T08:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:13:38.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Update</title><content type='html'>Just to let yall know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be continuing my journey as a beginning actor, and I am going to audition for a part in "Dracula" on Wednesday at 1930. I will give ye's and thee's an update on that when I know more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5730434574435358471?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5730434574435358471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5730434574435358471' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5730434574435358471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5730434574435358471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/small-update.html' title='Small Update'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-104725664314542120</id><published>2007-09-19T15:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:56:08.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The start...</title><content type='html'>Okay this was whatever popped into my head...and it seems to be going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flows and twists, turns, drops, and rises; like a river.&lt;br /&gt;It surges with emotion, rages when weather turns foul, soothes the upset soul with sounds of water running over rock and stone.  Such is life; it has its peaks and valleys, its storms and peace.&lt;br /&gt;The sun rises and the sun sets. Over and over this cycle will continue to the end of time. Like the sun movements, life has its moments of light, and its moments of complete, utter darkness, and when all hope seems lost when you can no longer see your way, remember; it is always darkest before the dawn. Hope comes with the dawn, and new eagerness.&lt;br /&gt;What has happened cannot be taken back, and what will, has yet to be seen. The sun sets, it is getting cold. Chilly breezes cut through garment, skin and soul alike. It howls, tears and moans, never ceasing.  Yet in the mind, there is that spot of sun and warmth, you reach for it. However, as you reach the warmth, it disappears and all tumbles back in to utter darkness and bitter cold…yet if it be so dark that you cannot see…the stars may come out and be your guide.&lt;br /&gt;“Presence is more than just being there.” That is what the wise men say. The companions leave, they pledge loyalty and support. Yet when the time comes to show their colors, they abandon the Hope and turn away. Left alone you freeze, and wonder, why? Why did they leave? Do they not see that it is worth it, worth the pain, worth the agony? Nay, they do not. &lt;br /&gt;Hope flees, Doom comes over the horizon, and it stalks you, his prey. He mocks laughs and scorns. As he prepares to strike, Hope is there, battling the evil monstrosity.  Hope turns to you and tells you to go away, far away, and to start anew. Hope gives you a chance to do right, begin the life that was meant to be. You flee the battling giants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-104725664314542120?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/104725664314542120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=104725664314542120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/104725664314542120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/104725664314542120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/start.html' title='The start...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-8779436223386770818</id><published>2007-09-18T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:31:51.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful Friend...</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows you as a man of honor.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to know you, simply as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;You've always taken time to be my brother,&lt;br /&gt;and I will be standing by you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will never put you on a pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord for everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to pray for you &lt;br /&gt;and for the ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that He will finish,&lt;br /&gt;all He started in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a open door that you can count on,&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are, anywhere you've been.&lt;br /&gt;I will be an honest heart you can depend on,&lt;br /&gt;I will be a faithful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of many whose path has been made clearer&lt;br /&gt;by the light you've carried faithfully &lt;br /&gt;as a warrior and a child.&lt;br /&gt;God has used you greatly, to encourage and inspire;&lt;br /&gt;and you've remained a true friend all the while.&lt;br /&gt;So I will never put you on a pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;Cause we both know the glory is the Lord's.&lt;br /&gt;and I'll  be there to pray that He will keep you by His Grace,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll always remind you to be seeking His face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a open door that you can count on,&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are, anywhere you've been.&lt;br /&gt;I will be an honest heart you can depend on,&lt;br /&gt;I will be a faithful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should it ever come your time to mourn&lt;br /&gt;I will weep with you, and every single time you win,&lt;br /&gt;I'm celebrating too, I'll celebrate with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a open door that you can count on,&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are, anywhere you've been.&lt;br /&gt;I will be an honest heart you can depend on,&lt;br /&gt;I will be a faithful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is dedicated to someone...who? That is for you loverly people to use you rknowledge of me and how I think and use the cluses I provide...The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-8779436223386770818?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/8779436223386770818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=8779436223386770818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8779436223386770818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8779436223386770818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/faithful-friend.html' title='Faithful Friend...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-3275591317351927259</id><published>2007-09-17T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:01:20.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Promotion, and a Weekend of Military coolness...ness.</title><content type='html'>Before I begin,I will be starting random dedications one per post...but not every post will have a dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...The random (Though it isn't REALLY random; I had this idea for a few days now...)dedication goes to........Hannah G. (Shock and AWE!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because this post is dedicated to Hannah, I will include her name somewhere in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first I will start off with the drill weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had my first RSP (Recruit Sustainment Program) Weekend. It was cold, wet, yet mucho funo. It took me and my fellow Privates about an Hour and a half to get to Ethan Allen Shooting Range. Once there, we got off,signed in, and chose a bunk and make our racks, (Military for beds). I was surprised how much I knew and could do. I actually knew what I was doing. After that, we were issued nifty PT uniforms...they are really cool...except for the shorts...they are a bit too short. But they are supposed to be like that. They are used for running. ANYWAY, After all of the Admin stuff, we were sorted into Companies, Then Platoons. I was 2nd Squad (Leader) 1st Platoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were marched off to our briefing site. Along the way, we passed shooting ranges firing off Machine Guns, Grenade Launchers, all of that cool stuff. We got to our brifing site, and did MORE paperwork, and got a cool reference book. I like it muchly. Then we went over the many policies, such as Sexual Harassment, EEO (Equal Employment Opportunities) and such other dull stuff. THEN we got into the Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We covered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Ranks of the Army,&lt;br /&gt;-Military Time&lt;br /&gt;-Phonetic Alphabet&lt;br /&gt;-Drill and Ceremony, aka Marching and such cool stuff&lt;br /&gt;-The General Orders&lt;br /&gt;-and the Soldier's Creed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a LOVELY lunch of Veggie and Cheese MRE (Meals Ready to Eat, They are VERY nasty) We had a little competition between 1st and 2nd Platoon. We had to run up a hill that had a a 75%incline... so it was very steep. We had to run up the hill and stop and at the 5 stations posted along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First station was Knowledge of the Phonetic Alphabet. I had to spell "Headgear" Using the PA (Phonetic Alphabet)...and for an example I will spell Hannah's name using the PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Alpha&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;Alpha&lt;br /&gt;Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is...too easy? I will spell the month of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foxtrot&lt;br /&gt;Echo&lt;br /&gt;Bravo&lt;br /&gt;Romeo&lt;br /&gt;Uniform&lt;br /&gt;Alpha&lt;br /&gt;Romeo&lt;br /&gt;Yankee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed that test, then I ran up to the next station, that was Military Time... I was asked the following times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:35 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:12 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times correspond as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight = 0000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 PM = 2330&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06:35 AM = 0635&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07:12 PM - 1912&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want a trick to know how to do it? If it is at or after 1 PM you add 12. Soo...say the time is...3 PM, So what is 12+3? 1500. That simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! I passed that test as well...Then came the Ranks...I had to ID the following ranks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff Sergeant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Chief Warrant Officer (CW02)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the General Orders...at the time, I did not know themn at all...so, instead, I did 10 push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final test was Drill and Ceremony...I had to do the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left face&lt;br /&gt;Right face&lt;br /&gt;and a few About faces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aced that as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did the PT test...I passed THAT as well.Then I went to sleep and dreamed goot things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was the bulk of my first Drill Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I visited my recuiter, and he had good news for me, I was promoted to E-2 or PV2. That made me happy...SO I am tired now, and will post my MEPS visit soon...I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-3275591317351927259?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/3275591317351927259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=3275591317351927259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3275591317351927259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3275591317351927259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/promotion-and-weekend-of-military.html' title='A Promotion, and a Weekend of Military coolness...ness.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-1776660963642977907</id><published>2007-09-09T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:53:10.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Proud Member of the US Armed Forces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Yq8PFj_vQE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Yq8PFj_vQE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/30995036-1776660963642977907?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1776660963642977907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1776660963642977907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1776660963642977907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1776660963642977907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-proud-member-of-us-armed-forces.html' title='I am a Proud Member of the US Armed Forces.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-4975158474842219040</id><published>2007-09-06T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T07:17:26.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to MEPS...</title><content type='html'>I will be going to MEPS. Here is what I want to do. [All of the below is taken from the Army National Guard Website.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21B - COMBAT ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;Description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a combination of combat ability and building skills is necessary when it comes to tackling rough terrain in combat situations. Combat Engineers primarily supervise, serve or assist as a member of a team. They provide much-needed combat engineering, such as building roads, constructing bridges or helping our forces to move across foreign land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of your duties as a Combat Engineer may include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Constructing trails, roads and field fortifications such as shelters, bunkers and gun emplacements&lt;br /&gt;    * Assembling floating or prefabricated bridges&lt;br /&gt;    * Operating various light or heavy engineer vehicles&lt;br /&gt;    * Placing and detonating explosives&lt;br /&gt;    * Loading, unloading and moving supplies and equipment using planes, helicopters, trucks and amphibious vehicles&lt;br /&gt;    * Operating or serving as a crewmember on a combat engineer vehicle, armored vehicle launch bridge or an armored combat earthmover&lt;br /&gt;    * Preparing and installing firing systems for demolition and explosives&lt;br /&gt;    * Locating mines by visual means or by using a mine detector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combat Engineers must meet very demanding physical requirements. Agility, balance and the ability to perform strenuous physical activities over long periods of time are a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job training for Combat Engineers consists of nine weeks of Basic Training, where you'll learn basic Soldiering skills, and six weeks of Advanced Individual Training. Your on-the-job training primarily consists of manual work in a variety of construction projects that cover the following:&lt;br /&gt;Skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpful attributes include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Ability to use hand and power tools&lt;br /&gt;    * Interest in construction and working with your hands&lt;br /&gt;    * Ability to think and remain calm under stress&lt;br /&gt;    * Interest in Engineering&lt;br /&gt;    * Preference for working outdoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced level Combat Engineers supervise and train other Soldiers. As an advanced Combat Engineer, you may be involved in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Directing and assisting in the operation of engineering wheeled or tracked vehicles&lt;br /&gt;    * Determining zero settings and firing the combat engineer vehicle weapon systems&lt;br /&gt;    * Directing the construction of fighting positions and wire entanglements&lt;br /&gt;    * Controlling fire team movements&lt;br /&gt;    * Placing explosives and clearing misfires&lt;br /&gt;    * Conducting reconnaissance operations &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilian Related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your training as a Combat Engineer will easily prepare you for practically any position that might interest you in the fields of construction, building inspection or building engineering. Civilian positions such as construction and building inspectors involve examining the construction, alteration or repair of buildings, highways and streets, water systems, bridges and other structures to ensure compliance with building codes and ordinances.*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, I will post about MEPS when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-4975158474842219040?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/4975158474842219040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=4975158474842219040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4975158474842219040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4975158474842219040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/going-to-meps.html' title='Going to MEPS...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7408884987696042335</id><published>2007-09-05T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:41:43.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripped of Pride, yet still proud.</title><content type='html'>That one phrase in the song, "I'll Be There", really sounds like me at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the song on Imeem on something like that. It is a beautiful song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now...I am off to Chinese class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni Hao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7408884987696042335?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7408884987696042335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7408884987696042335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7408884987696042335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7408884987696042335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/stripped-of-pride-yet-still-proud.html' title='Stripped of Pride, yet still proud.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-8179345565684511886</id><published>2007-09-03T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:33:41.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is this Recruit?...What was this Recruit thinking?</title><content type='html'>The Second week of School has come and gone...and these recruits are delving deeper into hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking? Who am I to say that I could meet such high mental, emotional and physical stress? Before I even go there, who am I? I have been stripped of pride, possession, and even as I speak, memories slowly fade into the mists of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, is no more.&lt;br /&gt;Talking like a civilized person, is no more.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, is no more.&lt;br /&gt;Basic Rights...no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a shell of a man I was once before. All that is left is a broken, lonely, shred of a human. Who knows, maybe the damage is reverse able, maybe not. Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to think, even BEGIN to think I could do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a song I listened to when I was back for the short two weeks. It is about a love that had to be thrown away for a few years...but friendship still has some hold on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the words now...but no matter how deep I go into misery, no matter, how far my memory fades, I will always remember the refrain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be there, for me there's no sorrow worse to bear,&lt;br /&gt;then our lives lived apart...I'll be there, for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is like the one of the strands of hope I cling to. Getting emails, letters, and precious stuff like that is worth a million dollars to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now...who knows, if I will be back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-8179345565684511886?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/8179345565684511886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=8179345565684511886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8179345565684511886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8179345565684511886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-is-this-recruitwhat-was-this.html' title='Who is this Recruit?...What was this Recruit thinking?'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-4683097726669673919</id><published>2007-09-02T23:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:15:45.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just had too... XD</title><content type='html'>Yeah I saw this guy live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/30995036-4683097726669673919?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/4683097726669673919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=4683097726669673919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4683097726669673919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4683097726669673919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-had-too-xd.html' title='I just had too... XD'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-529850806180767373</id><published>2007-08-30T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:07:14.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update...</title><content type='html'>Who am I: RCT Wise Provisional Battalion, Cavalry Troop, 2nd Platoon, 2nd Squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names I have been called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You-who&lt;br /&gt;2) Nasty&lt;br /&gt;3.Smack-tard&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts and sayings I have found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frodo: I can't do this Sam.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.&lt;br /&gt;Frodo: What are we holding on to Sam?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Samwise Gamgee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="inserted"&gt;As we g r o w up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heartbroken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Katherine Andal: Rook buddy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I made a promise, Mr Frodo. A promise. "Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to. I don't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Samwise Gamgee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: Is there any hope, Gandalf, for Frodo and Sam?&lt;br /&gt;Gandalf: There never was much hope. Just a fool's hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This is how I feel about ever getting recognized...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Gandalf~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Gandalf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here at last, on the shores of the sea, comes the end of our Fellowship. I will not say 'do not weep,' for not all tears are an evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Gandalf~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gimli: Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;Legolas: What about side by side with a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Gimli: Aye. I could do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Gimli~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sam: [tearing the spider silk away from Frodo's face] Oh no! Frodo... Mr. Frodo, wake up... Don't leave me here alone. Don't go where I can't follow... Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Samwise Gamgee (Probably one of my most favorite lines in LotR...shows real Loyalty and love)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Show them no mercy... for you shall receive none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Aragorn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Frodo: " I wish the ring had never come to me, I wish none of this had ever happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandalf: "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Gandalf~&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/30995036-529850806180767373?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/529850806180767373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=529850806180767373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/529850806180767373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/529850806180767373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-update.html' title='Another Update...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-671302454304663436</id><published>2007-08-22T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:47:14.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rook Week..I am alive.</title><content type='html'>This recruit is alive and still kicking after 3 and a half days. This recruit is part of Cavalry Company, 2nd Squad. The military is quite interesting. I wish I could say more...but I can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know, I am still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-671302454304663436?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/671302454304663436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=671302454304663436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/671302454304663436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/671302454304663436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/08/rook-weeki-am-alive.html' title='Rook Week..I am alive.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-3980969470609050560</id><published>2007-08-09T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:18:37.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A week about to end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/Rrt2TaXcKGI/AAAAAAAAACE/jVb1BmLNmSU/s1600-h/100_1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/Rrt2TaXcKGI/AAAAAAAAACE/jVb1BmLNmSU/s400/100_1190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096797479167076450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANTED?&lt;br /&gt;Who: Don't Know&lt;br /&gt;When: Who Cares&lt;br /&gt;Where: Doesn't Matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, it has been a long week, and it isn't over yet...But the weekend is full of camping...that should take my mind off certain OTHER things. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week left...and still no sign of people anywhere...It stinks. But that is the harsh reality of life, isn't it. When you need the morale support. You are alone...right when you need it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is why people end up hating me in the end...like the one that already does...I try and prod too much. But, I have been there...they have not. Wait until it happens to them...hopefully, it won't. That would be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see, who will be left in the end. One by one they slowly drop. One by one, they'll forget, and on by one...memory will vanish and replace it with anther. It will happen. One. By. One...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stubbornly refuse a kind reply, and that Eloquence is required...when it isn't. Simplicity sometimes does the better wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like being a caged animal surrounded by bars...but the bars close in, taking away space. THe more time that passes, the more I get restless, the more I ask, this in turn irritates people. Sorry. They are ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't, CAN'T see the whole picture. From where they sit and view, they have all the time in the WORLD, watching the grass grow. THey do not seem to think that I am really leaving in 10 days. THey think it a dream, a bad joke. Now they laugh...then, they will completely forget, or realize, that I am indeed gone. It will be too late then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, they will go on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-3980969470609050560?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/3980969470609050560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=3980969470609050560' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3980969470609050560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3980969470609050560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/08/week-about-to-end.html' title='A week about to end...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/Rrt2TaXcKGI/AAAAAAAAACE/jVb1BmLNmSU/s72-c/100_1190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-6325308854245984157</id><published>2007-07-23T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:31:10.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most? It isn't the PT...</title><content type='html'>I never really noticed the words to this song...and once you get past the twang of the music, it is a good song...so I give kudos to my friend Jade who had this on her Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don’t bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m doin’ It&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Still Harder&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a nice song...and several points really stood out to me..which ones? That is for me to know...and you to find out...enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-6325308854245984157?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/6325308854245984157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=6325308854245984157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6325308854245984157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6325308854245984157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-hurts-most-it-isnt-pt.html' title='What hurts the most? It isn&apos;t the PT...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-2168482722482407046</id><published>2007-07-16T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:26:11.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am here...are you there?</title><content type='html'>Well week 3 begins for me...I can say this much. Academically, It is going well. Socially, not nearly as well. I am not liked here. Oh well, that's nothing new. I wish that there were people to talk to online or by phone, anything! But nothing yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very tiring. No one here, no one to talk to. Being shunned and hated by almost everyone. Luckily however there are a few who are online from time to time that have time to talk to a far off college student, and it means a world of difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that college would affect me that much. I was wrong. I thought that I could make it socially, again I was wrong. It's hard. I have some pictures with my friends and I...but I don't put them up. Mainly because I can't stand to look at their happy smiling faces. My English Professor asked if we ever had the ( Iforget the name) Letters or friendships. The kind where people say. "We'll be friends forever." or the like. I of course raised my hand. he said put them down. He then asked, if anyone has suffered that, not being true. Again, I raised my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am relying on pure determination to finish, and God's help. That is all I can rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, people mentioned the song from the last post. Well, it is a song I like, one. Two is that is is where I find myself, in proportion with the friend's I have/had.&lt;br /&gt;People even PROMISED they would call, email, or write. Nothing yet, and I am coming to the half way mark. It is very discouraging. But I am stubborn, and you'll have to tie my in a sack to stop me. Anyhow, the song is beautiful. Written by Elton Jon, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where a single word from a friend, makes the biggest difference, anything makes me ecstatic. But yeah...that is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must go to ENG101. Bye to anybody that reads this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-2168482722482407046?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/2168482722482407046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=2168482722482407046' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2168482722482407046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2168482722482407046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-hereare-you-there.html' title='I am here...are you there?'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-4927645791456577075</id><published>2007-07-13T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:20:06.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Night</title><content type='html'>Where has the starlight gone?&lt;br /&gt;Dark is the day&lt;br /&gt;How can I find my way home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is an empty dream&lt;br /&gt;Lost to the night&lt;br /&gt;Father, I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised you'd be there&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I needed you&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I call your name&lt;br /&gt;You're not anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;One word, just a word will do&lt;br /&gt;To end this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the dawning break&lt;br /&gt;Oh endless night&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless I dream of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were by my side&lt;br /&gt;Guiding my path&lt;br /&gt;Father, I can't find the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised you'd be there&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I needed you&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I call your name&lt;br /&gt;You're not anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;One word, just a word will do&lt;br /&gt;To end this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the night must end&lt;br /&gt;And that the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;And that the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the clouds must clear&lt;br /&gt;And that the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;And that the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the night must end&lt;br /&gt;And that the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;And that the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;I know that the clouds must clear&lt;br /&gt;And that the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;And that the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat to end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know&lt;br /&gt;The sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;The clouds must clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the night must end&lt;br /&gt;I know that the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hear your voice deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the night must end&lt;br /&gt;And that the clouds must clear&lt;br /&gt;The sun&lt;br /&gt;The sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;The sun&lt;br /&gt;The sun will rise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-4927645791456577075?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/4927645791456577075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=4927645791456577075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4927645791456577075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4927645791456577075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/07/endless-night.html' title='Endless Night'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-1367095986427866674</id><published>2007-07-10T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:37:31.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cold, Blue-eyed Outcast...</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been over a week since coming to Norwich. I have seen things. Things that you don't notice when you are at home and close to everyone. But that is for later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I have become the outcast of the group, (No surprise there...) How do I know this? I am not allowed in the room where everyone congregates at night, I am excluded from talks, and the like. However, I am not totally alone. Me amigo from Portugal, stays near me. He isn't really an outcast though. Everybody likes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had enough of the gigantic "click" that has formed. I can't stand them. So, I went for a walk around the campus, alone. It was just what I needed. I am going to go on a walk everyday. It is very relaxing. However, I am going to include a new element to the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Braveheart Dash. On campus that is a steep hill in a very remote corner. One day, during a PT session, Our Staff Sergent said that we would come to hate this hill. Why you may ask? Because, It represents any obstacle in our way. When we feel upset, sad, angry, or any other emotion, go to the hill, and run up it, then jump over the chest high fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call it the Braveheart Dash, because when you run up it, you yell like furies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start doing that...everyday. Mainly because of the frustration that builds up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a video that followed 4 rooks during Rook Week all the way to Recognition. It is going to be Hell on earth. I will be reduced to nothing, then rebuilt. It will be a painful process, but I am ready. I have to be ready, or I won't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No letters yet...maybe later in the week. Well, this is my entry for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one last thing before I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you always do what you did, then you'll always be who you always were."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-1367095986427866674?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1367095986427866674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1367095986427866674' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1367095986427866674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1367095986427866674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/07/cold-blue-eyed-outcast.html' title='The Cold, Blue-eyed Outcast...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-2265118729694921690</id><published>2007-07-09T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:53:10.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know if you can see, the chages coming over me.</title><content type='html'>There is a verse in the song "Caledonia" and it goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ive been moved, and ive kept on movin&lt;br /&gt;Proved the points that i needed proovin&lt;br /&gt;Lost the friends i needed loosin&lt;br /&gt;Found others on the way&lt;br /&gt;And i have kissed the ladies and left them cryin&lt;br /&gt;Stolen dreams theres no denying&lt;br /&gt;Travelled hard with contience flyin&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere with the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, that verse seems to be me...then of course the chorus fits me as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but let me tell you that i love you&lt;br /&gt;And i think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Caledonia your callin me and im goin home&lt;br /&gt;But if i should become a stranger&lt;br /&gt;You know that it would make me more than sad&lt;br /&gt;Caledonia your everythin ive ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new college experience has been and still is an eye opener...I am learning of new limits, new thoughts, new ways of doing things. It is also different, because I am 1/10 of 1% That is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: A very special group.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;B: A very stupid group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say...for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-2265118729694921690?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/2265118729694921690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=2265118729694921690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2265118729694921690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2265118729694921690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-if-you-can-see-chages.html' title='I don&apos;t know if you can see, the chages coming over me.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-6575114631147165731</id><published>2007-07-05T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T15:58:11.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My home...</title><content type='html'>Here is "what you call hell, and I call home..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lduxCMkQhs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-home.html' title='My home...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-4416260168721256894</id><published>2007-07-04T12:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:11:36.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caledonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I dont know if you can see, the changes that have come over me&lt;br /&gt;In these last few days, ive been afraid that i might drift away&lt;br /&gt;And ive been tellin old stories, singing songs&lt;br /&gt;That made me think about where i came from&lt;br /&gt;Thats the reason why i seem so far away today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but let me tell you that i love you&lt;br /&gt;And i think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Caledonia your callin me and im goin home&lt;br /&gt;But if i should become a stranger&lt;br /&gt;You know that it would make me more than sad&lt;br /&gt;Caledonia your everythin ive ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ive been moved, and ive kept on movin&lt;br /&gt;Proved the points that i needed proovin&lt;br /&gt;Lost the friends i needed loosin&lt;br /&gt;Found others on the way&lt;br /&gt;And i have kissed the ladies and left them cryin&lt;br /&gt;Stolen dreams theres no denying&lt;br /&gt;Travelled hard with contience flyin&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere with the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im sitting here, beside the fire&lt;br /&gt;The empty room the forest choir&lt;br /&gt;Flames that couldnt get any higher&lt;br /&gt;Theyve withered now there gone&lt;br /&gt;But im steady thinking my way is clear,&lt;br /&gt;And i know what i must do tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When the hands ive shaken and the flown i will dissapear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-4416260168721256894?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/4416260168721256894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=4416260168721256894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4416260168721256894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4416260168721256894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/07/caledonia.html' title='Caledonia'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7704266207514189036</id><published>2007-06-24T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:26:10.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Hullo all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here in Waterford, Ireland. Today was a good day, I can say, I kissed the Blarney Stone. But that is for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you travel the way I do, you become another person...You see things people only dream of seeing, you do things people dream of doing, and it is hard for you to express the joys and hardships of travelling...because only you have gone through it. I used this trip as a renewing trip, Who am I? WHat do I believe? THese were some of the questions that were asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also used the trip for evaluation. Measuring friendships and the like. THings like these canm help indicate a lot. You see who thinks of you and vice versa. Promises, they were tested as well, some were held, others broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned things got in touch with who I will become. THought of life after college, thoughts of what I would want in a wife. Things that are quite relevent. Stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Wales, I got a Lovespoon. A Lovespoon is a spoon that was (traditionally) made by a young man and was given to the girl he loved, I bought one for myself...and whoever I love will end up getting a nice looking spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got myself a Claddagh Ring. These rings are traditionally worn by the Irish, and was a sign of if they were "free and on the market" or if they were taken, and depending on how it is worn shows your status. If the tip of the heart on the ring is poiting away from you, if signifies that you are NOt taken, and if the tip is pointings towards you (your heart) it shows that your heart is promised. So I got one since I like cultural things. And for those who don't know, I bought a kilt of my clan. Laugh if you want, but it is a thing of cultural and ancesteral pride. I wear it with honor andf pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have changed, I think that bears saying again. I find that people who I thought as mere people in my life, I have begun to miss them a lot. It's odd.  My current room overlooks the river Suir, and I sit next to the window and listen to it...it is calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become quite the dancer while I was over here...and well I never thought that was possible. Who knows? I may end up moving to Scotland...or maybe London. London is a beautiful city. And who knows, I may come back with a wife if I were to do that...So many things rushing through the mind. One thing is sure...Many things are changing...friendships will be tried...made and broken, THings will fall into place, and out of place. Dreams will come true, and shattered...This will be...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Summer of Trials&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7704266207514189036?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7704266207514189036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7704266207514189036' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7704266207514189036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7704266207514189036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-8470138311569354461</id><published>2007-06-15T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:33:16.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep and Moors and vales.</title><content type='html'>Well, hullo one and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here in Sotland, in it's capital. I am loving it here. Although it is quite cold...40 degrees F, it is still fun. I got a scarf with the colors of my clan, the Gordans. (Yes, I am Scotish). But anyway, today we will be touring Edinburgh. And we will be going to Rosslyn Chapel...where the Da Vinci Code, had a huge part...should be interesting. After that we will be going to a pub and watch a Scotish dance music etc. Show. Can't wait for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe Cathedrals over here are breath taking...they are soooooo beautiful and big! One of the ones I saw, (Westminster Abbey) had many important people buried inside...I stood on Charles Darwins's grave, Sir Iasac Newtons's grave, Geoffrey Chaucer;s grave, and many of the past royalty. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-8470138311569354461?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/8470138311569354461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=8470138311569354461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8470138311569354461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8470138311569354461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/06/sheep-and-moors-and-vales.html' title='Sheep and Moors and vales.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-3057370622324222116</id><published>2007-06-07T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:02:30.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eve of departure...</title><content type='html'>Well, it is the eve of departure...and I am ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has been a busy week...well, actually these past two days were.  Why? Well, Yesterday I went to NYC by Train...about an hour from the Station. We made it to Grand Central...OOOOH AHHHH. Well, it is quite big and magnificent. We saw many things in NYC...things like Cental Park, Where the World Trade Center was once located...the Statue of Liberty, Rockefeller Plaza, Where "Good Morning America" is aired, and such places. We pretty did that till the show started, What show? "The Pirate Queen" It was an AMAZING musical...it's even better on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-3057370622324222116?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/3057370622324222116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=3057370622324222116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3057370622324222116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3057370622324222116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/06/eve-of-departure.html' title='The Eve of departure...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-1492878105186509997</id><published>2007-05-22T17:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:43:06.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; There's a grief that can't be spoken.&lt;br /&gt;There's a pain goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Empty chairs at empty tables&lt;br /&gt;Now my friends are dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they talked of revolution.&lt;br /&gt;Here it was they lit the flame.&lt;br /&gt;Here they sang about `tomorrow'&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the table in the corner&lt;br /&gt;They could see a world reborn&lt;br /&gt;And they rose with voices ringing&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them now!&lt;br /&gt;The very words that they had sung&lt;br /&gt;Became their last communion&lt;br /&gt;On the lonely barricade at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my friends, my friends forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That I live and you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;There's a grief that can't be spoken.&lt;br /&gt;There's a pain goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom faces at the window.&lt;br /&gt;Phantom shadows on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Empty chairs at empty tables&lt;br /&gt;Where my friends will meet no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me&lt;br /&gt;What your sacrifice was for&lt;br /&gt;Empty chairs at empty tables&lt;br /&gt;Where my friends will sing no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more...nothing less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-1492878105186509997?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1492878105186509997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1492878105186509997' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1492878105186509997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1492878105186509997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-4993376389788269570</id><published>2007-05-20T15:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:04:47.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the storms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teachnet-lab.org/miami/2001/williamsj/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.teachnet-lab.org/miami/2001/williamsj/storm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deadspin.com/assets/resources/2006/08/lightningstormmonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.deadspin.com/assets/resources/2006/08/lightningstormmonday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jimloy.com/arts/hassam10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.jimloy.com/arts/hassam10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all there is to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-4993376389788269570?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/4993376389788269570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=4993376389788269570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4993376389788269570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4993376389788269570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-storms.html' title='In the storms...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-9026942046852969716</id><published>2007-05-18T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:59:00.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So...it has come to this? I never thought it would happen...</title><content type='html'>Well, today's weather suits the mood I was in, dark, dreary, miserable. Today wasn't that good of a day...neither was the week for that matter, or month or EVEN year. Why do I say this? Because, I knew what was going to happen, and LO AND BEHOLD, it is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good part of the day was when I got a raise...but that happiness lasted only about...5 seconds. However, one of my friends, and I got our lunch break at the same time, so we walked and talked...something I haven't done in a long time. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having someone tell you that they feel that you are slowly moving apart hurts. Especially when you have invested much time, tears, and thought into the relationship. It is quite irritating. But I was sort of expecting it. I never was good at keeping friends, I always lose them after a few years. I never give up on people...at least till there is no hope. Then I have to let go. I hate it, it feel like I'm being torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the worse feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you feel the sun shining on you, it is my smile...and when you hear the wind whispering through the trees, it is my whisper that I am always with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that quote.  It makes me feel a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the rain...The rain made me think of the song, "Remember when it rained" The version with the thunder rolling, it sounds amazing.  It makes me think of storms, so beautiful yet at times so devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-9026942046852969716?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/9026942046852969716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=9026942046852969716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/9026942046852969716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/9026942046852969716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/05/soit-has-come-to-this-i-never-thought.html' title='So...it has come to this? I never thought it would happen...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-3969437730793735681</id><published>2007-05-14T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:29:46.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleted</title><content type='html'>As you all can see the post of venting is gone...It is done now...so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-3969437730793735681?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/3969437730793735681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=3969437730793735681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3969437730793735681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3969437730793735681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/05/deleted.html' title='Deleted'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-3887267475538311075</id><published>2007-05-08T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:30:39.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Tribe Has Spoken..." and other thoughts and musings,</title><content type='html'>Well...a lot has been on my mind since the last update. One such the ENTIRE first season of Survivor! I love that show. It is amazing in all ways. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://comingsoon.net/nextraimages/survivor1-dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://comingsoon.net/nextraimages/survivor1-dvd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is its picture...gaze upon it's splendor. I just finished it, Special features and all, today. And man, does it leave you wanting more...so, as soon as I can get the money, I will be getting the next season...Survivor...AUSTRALIA! So, yeah, I am quite happy with the show, I like it mucho.&lt;br /&gt;And I am watching the current season, (Survivor: Fiji) Almost religiously. My favorite guy is STILL in, he has made it down to the final 6. At least he will be on the Jury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the Survivor website, where you can see ALL of the episodes of the current season. &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor14/"&gt;Survivor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is one to the Wikipedia article. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Survivor_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...My next post will be an interesting one...with Graduation so close and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will give no more hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-3887267475538311075?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/3887267475538311075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=3887267475538311075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3887267475538311075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3887267475538311075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/05/tribe-has-spoken-and-other-thoughts-and.html' title='&quot;The Tribe Has Spoken...&quot; and other thoughts and musings,'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-2632261069439536976</id><published>2007-04-30T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:03:53.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No pain...no gain.</title><content type='html'>I believe in no pain, no gain.  Why do I bring this up? Because for some odd reason, my back REALLY hurts...so much so that it hurts to sit down, stand up, lie down, r move it in any way. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...at work, they had a most pleasant music selection, they played..."Son of Man", "You'll Be in My Heart", "Groovy Kind of Love",  "In Too Deep" and "Land of Confusion" all in the same night! My Bagger and cool friend Carissa knew and sang the all of the above...fun stuff. You learn a lot being a cashier at a Super Market. Well, my back is hurting too much to think...so I may finish up here...Nah. I will continue...Nevermind...Oww....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-2632261069439536976?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/2632261069439536976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=2632261069439536976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2632261069439536976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/2632261069439536976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-painno-gain.html' title='No pain...no gain.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-523555437316994958</id><published>2007-04-29T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:54:43.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm feeling blue/ All I have to do/ is take a look at you/ Then I'm not so blue//</title><content type='html'>So yeah, that song is slowly becoming one of me high favorites. It has pretty much everything I want in a song.  If I were to go to a prom, I would hope this song would be played. But that won't happen.  Moving on, I have been thinking...about certain things.  Hmm...since I have nothing better to do, I will make a short list of a few of my pet peeve's...(Not necessarily in order.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spit balls&lt;br /&gt;2. stray buggies in parking lots&lt;br /&gt;3. Ignorant rocks&lt;br /&gt;4. arrogant rocks&lt;br /&gt;5. (Something that I won't say because of certain reader(s))&lt;br /&gt;6. Loud people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is my short list. Next subject...Hmm...It is funny what people think of me. From the worst person to walk the earth to one of the best people they know...Though the people who know me best know me to be someone who likes to have fun, and is someone who cares a lot about those close to him. Well, I am tired...maybe I will make another post tomorrow...Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-523555437316994958?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/523555437316994958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=523555437316994958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/523555437316994958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/523555437316994958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-im-feeling-blue-all-i-have-to-do.html' title='When I&apos;m feeling blue/ All I have to do/ is take a look at you/ Then I&apos;m not so blue//'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7066965889549986938</id><published>2007-04-25T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:02:03.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the ashes, rises a post.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I have been VERY busy over vacation....NOT! Mainly being outside, and slowly refilling our driveway. In addition, I wrestled...I enjoy it. But besides that, nothing much went on. I realized, I have a MAJOR pet peeve of people leaving grocery carts in the parking lot, not just at Hannaford...but anywhere, Yes, even Market Basket. It really annoys me to see a cart(s) just sitting in the parking area of a store. I go as far as to push stray one A: Back into the store, or B: Into the assigned area. Another annoyance is when you first open the store, someone comes into your check out lane, with two small items, and ives you a 100 dollar bill, and since you JUST opened, you have a few tens, or smaller in change, THEN they get mad at you for making them wait while the powers that be get the proper change. May they slip ad lose all their money in a drain...Mwa hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I like the new song I have on my site. It is a nice slow song...the type I like...I don't like this new hippity-hoppity junk. Let us go back to the days of the Eagles, Beach Boys, etc. But that is just me own thoughts. I noticed that all of the good songs are played in the morning at work...after during the afternoon and evening, they play to modern junk. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about going ino a certain area...but I won't because a CERTAIN person would be all over me like a fruit-fly to a piece of decaying fruit. So next subject...Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I have up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Groovy Kind of Love" by Phil Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is take a look at you, then I'm not so blue&lt;br /&gt;When you're close to me, I can feel your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you breathing near my ear&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you want to you can turn me onto&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want to, anytime at all&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss your lips, ooh I start to shiver&lt;br /&gt;Can't control the quivering inside&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is take a look at you, then I'm not so blue&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in your arms, nothing seems to matter&lt;br /&gt;My whole world could shatter, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love&lt;br /&gt;We got a groovy kind of love&lt;br /&gt;We got a groovy kind of love, oh&lt;br /&gt;We got a groovy kind of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song I like very much...most of his stuff I like. It is very calming and soothing. Especially this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7066965889549986938?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7066965889549986938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7066965889549986938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7066965889549986938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7066965889549986938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/04/out-of-ashes-rises-post.html' title='Out of the ashes, rises a post.'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-1218709027308271640</id><published>2007-04-18T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:34:24.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAD to add these. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ka340r9TCxg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ka340r9TCxg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this isn't really about WW2. Just a spoof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPgfGimlYGQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPgfGimlYGQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff...I actually know one of those guys. XD. If you would like to se more stuff, Search Norwich University on youtube&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-1218709027308271640?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/1218709027308271640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=1218709027308271640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1218709027308271640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/1218709027308271640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/04/had-to-add-these-xd.html' title='HAD to add these. XD'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7389262207717154993</id><published>2007-04-18T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:11:23.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts of Norwich...</title><content type='html'>Well, The trip to Norwich is done. It was the last time I would go there till the NU Advantage. Anyway, It was a good trip, and I had good company. It looks and feels the place for me. I have had their food before, and at least that is good. The faculty are nice, and fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have three people who agree that it is a good school, and think I will be good there. So Thank you guys. But anyway, the closer it comes the faster time moves. As of now there are 42 days left till graduation, then after that, I am in Europe, then NUA THEN College. It is scary how fast everything moves. I made a list of all the important things, from April till August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: NU 101 (Done)&lt;br /&gt;May: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Remember Mama&lt;/span&gt; (Coming up)&lt;br /&gt;            Graduation (42 Days)&lt;br /&gt;June: Europe Trip&lt;br /&gt;July: NU Advantage (All month, and early august)&lt;br /&gt;August: College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see many things will be happening. Well that is all for now...I must be off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7389262207717154993?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7389262207717154993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7389262207717154993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7389262207717154993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7389262207717154993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-thoughts-of-norwich.html' title='My Thoughts of Norwich...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5665477464653018466</id><published>2007-04-16T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T09:54:46.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Norwich and stuff...</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I will break this post into sections to make it more chewable. Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FRIDAY...the 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the only thing worth mentioning was working for 9 hours. 12-9. That is my personal record for work outside working for a relative. (i.e. my grandfather 10 hours.) Then Randy slept over for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAY...Jeep haters...&gt;_&gt; Yes Zeke that means you. :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the bulk of the post will be...I hope. Since Randy slept over, I had a little trouble sleeping. When he is both tired AND excited, he talks more than anybody I know. So, the day official began at 3:30 AM.  We were supposed to get up a 4 AM...but apprently, my cell phone, Randy's cell phone, my computer clock, and alrm clock display diffrent times. And I woke up to the earliest of these which was my Alarm clock. (I didn't realize that it was half an hour behind the rest.) But that was Ok. I got up, and got dressed. Randy eventually did the same. The time is 3:45 at this time...SO, Randy and I decided to leave then. We drve down to the corner of the road, and sat there for a few minutes, deciding whether to wait there till 4:30, our original leave time, or drive to some gas station and wait there. We decided to do the gas station deal. Here are some pictures from this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiQlL2hkP2I/AAAAAAAAABU/F8OEvFn9MTk/s1600-h/100_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiQlL2hkP2I/AAAAAAAAABU/F8OEvFn9MTk/s320/100_0295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054205567361630050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Randy...he is somewhat awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiQl8GhkP3I/AAAAAAAAABc/h59dU3FeVKk/s1600-h/100_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiQl8GhkP3I/AAAAAAAAABc/h59dU3FeVKk/s320/100_0297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054206396290318194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS is Randy at 3:45 AM...a complete nut-case. Next picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiQmsWhkP4I/AAAAAAAAABk/vyu5Lh11HyQ/s1600-h/100_0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiQmsWhkP4I/AAAAAAAAABk/vyu5Lh11HyQ/s320/100_0298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054207225219006338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is his "Mad" expression...now to the next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiQnGmhkP5I/AAAAAAAAABs/_3Fu9D8K3eQ/s1600-h/100_0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiQnGmhkP5I/AAAAAAAAABs/_3Fu9D8K3eQ/s320/100_0296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054207676190572434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your truly, the creator of the trip,  and all around good guy. ME! At 3:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all of the pictures for now. Back to the story. Anyway we drove off, I decided to stop closer to our next destination. So eventually we got off the exit and found a nice gas station to wait at. We went inside, and got a drink. We waited out our time then we called our other two members. The initial call, failed. Then we tried the second...we got him. I told him that we were about five minutes away and that they should be getting ready. Then we drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when we reached the road I was supposed to turn on to, I missed it, because A certain someone wouldn't shut up, and I was distracted. Then I turned around, and straightened out my error. We soon arrived at...The Gable Household. When I turned into their driveway, I didn't see anybody, but sure enough they came. They looked like they were not awake yet, and very zombie-ish like...at least that is what they wanted to look like. (Sorry Guys, didn't happen.) The they piled in, and we left. We hit Dunkin's on the way to Norwich, and we talked, about very random stuff on the way up. We got there...about 15-20 minutes early, so once I registered, we walked around the various tables, seeing what was being displayed. My favrite table was the Bagpipe team. They looked amazing in kilts and tartans. They are fairly new, and I may join them.  After browsing through some other tables, Abi and I sat down and had a muffin, and some Orange juice, Randy and Zeke were stuck at the Electrical table, But of course, soon after Abi ad I sat down munching anad talking away, Randy comes over and says that He didn't understand a thing that Zeke was saying...so he came to join us. The muffins were not bad, the orange juice in Abi's case like to spit. Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all of this, the official welcoming started, there was the posting of the flags, (National, State, Norwich, Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines.) Then a group sand the National Anthem. Then we got the welcoming speech, it came and went, then the Prospects and their families broke up by Major. Eventual CJ (Criminal Justice) was called, we all filed out, and made our way to White Chapel. There, we heard from the overseer if you will, of the CJ Department. He explained the curriculum and fun stuff like that. Then some students spoke on what they did, some trips they went on, and some interesting internships they received. Then since we finished early, we were able to take a peek in a Cadet's Room. Two things come to mind; 1)Empty 2) Clean. Now, I have seen both Cadet rooms, and Civi.. Rooms. Civi rooms are usually a mess. So yeah, Cadets are coller in this respect. Anyway, then we went to lunch. I had a meat, and cheese sandwich. GOOD FOOD.  After lunch, we prepared to leave. Then we left. On the way out Abi took some photos...here is oe or two of me favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiYiaLvLPYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dEPFYu4zCOg/s1600-h/100_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiYiaLvLPYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dEPFYu4zCOg/s320/100_0317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054765464992562562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiYixLvLPZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LqfIJk_vW9w/s1600-h/100_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiYixLvLPZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LqfIJk_vW9w/s320/100_0320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054765860129553810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was good...except for the beginning before turning onto the highway, we almost lifted onto two wheels, all courtesy of Randy and speed. That didn't last long. As soon as we found a rest area, Zeke and Randy switched, from then on, we had a more peaceful ride. 2 hours later, we dropped of the Gables, and we left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my thoughts? See the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5665477464653018466?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5665477464653018466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5665477464653018466' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5665477464653018466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5665477464653018466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/04/norwich-and-stuff.html' title='Norwich and stuff...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/RiQlL2hkP2I/AAAAAAAAABU/F8OEvFn9MTk/s72-c/100_0295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-3544538739748310096</id><published>2007-04-09T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:29:17.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am the mask you wear," "It's me they hear"</title><content type='html'>I love the Phantom of the Opera...at work, a friend and I were singing some of the songs! Much fun, we even got a few compliments. Here are a few of the songs we did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ej1zMxbhOO0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ej1zMxbhOO0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Ask of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LZ-KAFMp4Kk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LZ-KAFMp4Kk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is just a random song I like...Teenager in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/et_BWcnGMyU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/et_BWcnGMyU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ynjIoymWHvU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ynjIoymWHvU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last...for those who love the Swedish Chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCJLCc8DRrk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCJLCc8DRrk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-3544538739748310096?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/3544538739748310096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=3544538739748310096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3544538739748310096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/3544538739748310096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-mask-you-wear-its-me-they-hear.html' title='&quot;I am the mask you wear,&quot; &quot;It&apos;s me they hear&quot;'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-702631056471108105</id><published>2007-04-08T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T10:01:23.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep</title><content type='html'>(1) Your gender: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Straight/gay/bi?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Single?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Want to be?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not really...but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Your birth day: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec. 31st 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Age you act: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably the age I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Age you wish you were: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My age...maybe 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Your height: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6'0?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) The color of your eyes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) Happy with it?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heck yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) The color of your hair: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brown, with red and grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12) Happy with it?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yes. I have much fun with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13) Left/right/ambidextrous?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(14) Your living arrangement?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(27) Your family: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, Mom, Dad, Thing 1 and Thing 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(29) What's your job: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cashier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(30) Piercings?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(31) Tattoos?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(32) Obsessions?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traveling, AND READING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(35) Do you speak another language? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A little Spanish, and Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(36) Have a favorite quote?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Certainty of death. Small chance of success...What are we waiting for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(37) Do you have a webpage?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEEP THOUGHTS about life and you in it&lt;br /&gt;(38) Do you live in the moment?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(39) Do you consider yourself tolerant of others?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the most part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(40) Do you have any secrets?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plenty, and no I am not sharing. Come back later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(41) Do you hate yourself?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(42) Do you like your handwriting?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What hand-writing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(43) Do you have any bad habits?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cracking Knuckles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(44) What is the compliment you get most from people?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I like your Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(45) If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What in Blue Blazes is He Doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(46) What's your biggest fear?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(47) Can you sing: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for the most part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(48) Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(49) Are you a loner?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(51) If you were another person, would you be friends with you?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(52) Are you a daredevil?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(53) Is there anything you fear or hate about yourself?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could write a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(54) Are you passive or aggressive?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGGRESSIVE and passive. Each in its own time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(55) Have you got a ?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(56) What is your greatest strength and weakness? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strength and Weakness is one and the same. I am hard headed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(57) If you could change one thing about yourself?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My density :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(58) There are three wells, love, beauty and creativity, which one do you choose?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(59) How do you vent?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be by myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or talk to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(60) Do you think you are emotionally strong?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(61) Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a few things...not many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(62) Do you think life has been good so far?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(63) What is the most important lesson you've learned from life?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't eat yellow snow...Just kidding.  Stay with your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(64) What do you like the most about your body?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arm strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(65) And least?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL the STUPID Freckles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(66) Do you think you are good looking?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heck No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(67) Are you confident?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(68) What is the fictional character you're most like?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rand al'Thor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Do people know how you feel?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only one or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(70) Are you perceived wrongly?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;(71) Smoke?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(72) Do drugs?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(73) Read the newspaper?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(74) Pray?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aye, and often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(75) Go to church? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(76) Talk to strangers who IM you?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(77) Sleep with stuffed animals?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(78) Take walks in the rain?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, yes, YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(79) Talk to people even though you hate them?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, for a time at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(80) Drive?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(81) Like to drive fast?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes. 0:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;(82) Liked your voice?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(83) Hurt yourself?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(84) Been out of the country?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(85) Eaten something that made other people sick?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. A live grub worm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(86) Burped?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, then excused myself afterwords.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(87) Been unfaithful?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(88) Been in love?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A time or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(89) Done drugs?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zilch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(90) Gone skinny dipping?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(92) Had a surgery?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(93) Ran away from home?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kinda once...didn't go too far. I just needed to be alone and away for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(94) Played strip poker: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(95) Gotten beaten up?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(97) Been picked on?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yes...all da time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(98) Been on stage?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(99) Been so drunk that you know you're supposed to go out on a date with someone, but you can't remember with who or when and that you faint when you look at yourself in the mirror in the morning, not to mention your breath?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(100) Slept outdoors?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, and it was quite enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(101) Thought about suicide?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(102) Pulled an all-nighter?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(103) If yes, what is your record?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26 hours maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(105) Talked on the phone all night?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(106) Slept together with the opposite sex without actually having sex?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sortof... With my cousin when we were younger. like 8 years younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(107) Slept all day?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(108) Killed someone?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(109) Made out with a stranger?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(110) Had sex with a stranger?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(111) Thought you're going crazy?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(112) Kissed the same sex?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nada nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(113) Done anything sexual with the same sex?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No...stupid question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(114) Been betrayed?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(115) Had a dream that came true?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(116) Broken the law?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(117) Met a famous person?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the sake of argument, No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(118) Have you ever killed an animal by accident?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i stepped on a snail once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(146) Stolen anything?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My friends cell phone...i returned it...eventually MwaHa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(147) Been on radio/TV.?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(148) Been in a mosh-pit?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(149) Had a nervous breakdown?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't remember any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(150) Considered religious vocation?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At one time or another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(151) Been criticized about your sexual performance?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(152) Bungee jumped?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, but it would be awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(153) Had a dream that kept coming back?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOTHES and other fashion&lt;br /&gt;(154) Shoe brand?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(155) Brand of clothing?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steve and Bradley's, Wal mart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(156) Cologne/perfume?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i forget the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(157) What are you normally wearing to school/work?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jeans, shirt, sweatshirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(159) Wear hats?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(161) Wear make-up?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, nada, zilch Nine (German for no.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(162) Favorite place to shop?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barnes and Noble, any book store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(163) Favorite article of clothing?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweatshirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(164) Are you trendy?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not purposely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(165) Would you rather wear a uniform to school?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEFS&lt;br /&gt;(166) Believe in life on other planets?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(167) Miracles?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(168) Astrology?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(169) Magic?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(170) God?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(171) Satan?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(172) Santa?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, he goes to our church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(173) Ghosts?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(174) Luck?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(175) Love at first sight?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(176) Yin and Yang?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eww...gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(177) Witches?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(178) Easter bunny?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ate him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(179) Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(180) Believe there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(181) Do you wish on stars?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, and all that&lt;br /&gt;(182) Did you get frightened or uncomfortable seeing that as a section title?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(183) Do you remember your first love?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(184) Still love him/her?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(185) Do you consider love a mistake?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;course not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(186) What do you find romantic?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple stuff, and showing up unexpected at places you wouldn't normally be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(187) Turn-on?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyes, personality, and a beautiful smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(188) Turn-off?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cockiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(189) Do you base your judgment on looks alone: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(200) If someone you had no interest in dating expressed interest in dating you, how would you feel?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(201) Do you prefer knowing someone before dating them or going "blind"?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knowing them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(202) Have you ever wished it was more "socially acceptable" for a girl to ask a guy out?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(203) Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractive?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've heard I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(204) Do you think the opposite sex finds you good looking?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Probably not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(205) What is best about the opposite sex?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They are not males?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(206) What is the worst thing about the opposite sex?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They talk too much...some times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(207) What's the last present someone gave you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30$ to Dunkin's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(208) Are you in love?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(209) Do you consider your significant other hot?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate hott, and I don't have one besides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(210) What would you do if you were walking down the street and saw some hot guy/girl standing on the sidewalk?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep on walking...duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON...&lt;br /&gt;(211) That haunted you?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(212) You wanted to kill?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(213) That you laughed at?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(214) That laughed at you?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle A?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(215) That turned you on?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(216) You went shopping with?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(217) That broke your heart?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(218) To disappoint you?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(219) To ask you out?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(220) To make you cry?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(221) To brighten up your day?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(222) That you thought about?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See 221&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(223) You saw a movie with?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youngest Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(224) You talked to on the phone?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(225) You talked to through IM?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephen, Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(226) You saw?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(227) You lost?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(229) You thought was completely insane?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Randy...or Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(230) You wanted to be?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(231) You told off?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont really remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(232) You trusted?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certain People from Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(233) You turned down?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never needed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU&lt;br /&gt;(234) Smiled?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(235) Laughed?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(236) Cried?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few months ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(237) Bought something?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(238) Danced?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like an hour ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(239) Were sarcastic?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(240) hugged someone?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Thursday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(241) Talked to an ex?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(242) Watched your fave movie?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many moons ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(243) Had a nightmare?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(245) Talked on the phone?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do messages count? Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(246) Listened to the radio?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(247) Watched TV?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(248) Went out?: On a date? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(249) Helped someone?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(250) Were mean?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(251) Sang?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(252) Saw a movie in a theater?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 year ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(253) Said "I love you"?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jokingly? Earlier at Church, seriously? A loooong time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(254) Missed someone?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(255) Fought with a family member?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(256) Fought with a friend?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(257) Had a serious conversation?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weeks ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(258) Got drunk?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(259) Had sex?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neveroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/30995036-702631056471108105?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/702631056471108105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=702631056471108105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/702631056471108105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/702631056471108105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/04/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-6594244818235048634</id><published>2007-04-05T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:31:22.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Lowry makes me laugh!</title><content type='html'>Listen to the songs, and listen to Mark Lowry, it is nice to have a Christian Comedian. Anyway the first song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9tB4_iJ9ak"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9tB4_iJ9ak" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an ALL TIME favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XLU3FeQJNA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XLU3FeQJNA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why I do not like Blind dates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zv2ROWsWsTY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zv2ROWsWsTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/30995036-6594244818235048634?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/6594244818235048634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=6594244818235048634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6594244818235048634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6594244818235048634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/04/mark-lowry-makes-me-laugh.html' title='Mark Lowry makes me laugh!'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-4489353635257025571</id><published>2007-04-04T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:27:11.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a good night, :-)...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was able to speak with someone I haven't seen of talked in 13 years. Who is this person? Her name is Rebecca.  She is also the girl I liked back in KINDERGARTEN! "How did you find each other again"? you ask. Well, I'll tell ye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started about a week ago, when I was on Facebook...I was bored, and looking up various people with no luck. Then I remembered a name from the misty past. Rebecca. Well I looked her up. Lo and Behold there was a Rebecca L***e. But I didn't think it was her...so I stopped looking. Then I went back to looking, and reviewed the people that showed up the last time...the one that I thought is wasn't, went to the goes to the High School of the Elementary school that I went to...So I decided to ask her if she knew a Mrs. Tawney, (My First Grade Teacher.) Rebecca replied the next day saying she did...actually, I will replay the conversations for you...so you can see how things progressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bradford:&lt;/span&gt; Did you have a Teacher named Mrs. Tawney? back in 1st grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;: no, but i know her. i had a teacher named mrs.McKenzie in first grade. same school tho------why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bradford&lt;/span&gt;: I was just looking up old friends, that;s all. And you have the same name. Sorry to bother you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;: are you thinking of becca o'connor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bradford&lt;/span&gt;: No, It was a Rebecca Locke, Do you remember a Mrs. Jones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;: yeah she was my kindergarden teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bradford&lt;/span&gt;: Do you remember an annoying kid named Brad Wise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;: indeed i do...&lt;br /&gt;i asked my mom about you&lt;br /&gt;she said you had a HUGE crush on me and everytime after you talked to me you would shake cuz you were so happy&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bradford&lt;/span&gt;: Haha, yep, that was me :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. After 12, 13 years, I didn't think I would see or hear from anyone from K, 1st grade. It is just...shocking! (To me at least.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since you probably don't want to talk to me...I will take my leave. Again, it is nice hearing from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;: thats so funny.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even remember you until i asked my mom then i was like---- oh yeah!!! but&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind talking.&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight, we IM'ed for about an hour and a half. :-) It was amazingly fun, and wonderful to catch up. It was a night to remember...I learned that she has NEVER had any coffee! Hopefully we will be able to meet up and have some sometime. Well that is my exciting update for ya'll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing. The movie Happy Feet, is amazing...here is a trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAIpBSKJWXM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAIpBSKJWXM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" 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/30995036-4489353635257025571?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/4489353635257025571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=4489353635257025571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4489353635257025571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/4489353635257025571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-good-night.html' title='What a good night, :-)...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-8731856537747500664</id><published>2007-04-03T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T17:08:46.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish this said it all...</title><content type='html'>I wish and my friends know this is true for each and everyone of them...for me however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls7ila3srzI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls7ila3srzI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" 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/30995036-8731856537747500664?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/8731856537747500664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=8731856537747500664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8731856537747500664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8731856537747500664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wish-this-said-it-all.html' title='I wish this said it all...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7407983152591108201</id><published>2007-03-24T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T13:01:28.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I love the song, "Si Volvieras A Mi"</title><content type='html'>Si Volvieras A Mi... that song that is calming and soothing...yet so sad...yet hopeful. This is one of my favorite Josh Groban songs. I don't think anyone needs this song played for them like the other one...but it is still worth hearing...listen to it...it is a lovely song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I am more dense than I thought...and that I can be a jerk...to the 100th power. I hope to straighten certain things out soon...hopefully sooner rather than later. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first Genesis CD...I am muy happy. Is very nifty. At least I think so... Anyway...the lyrics to "Si Volvieras A Mi"...translated into english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to survive&lt;br /&gt;How to calm my thirst&lt;br /&gt;How can I continue without you&lt;br /&gt;How can I jump without a net [to catch me]&lt;br /&gt;With that farewell so wild and cruel&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me to the core&lt;br /&gt;I remain stuck in time&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is a desert &lt;p&gt;  Oh if you would come back to me&lt;br /&gt;The sun moves through 1000 spring times&lt;br /&gt;If you returned to me&lt;br /&gt;It would be miracle with each kiss you give me&lt;br /&gt;But today you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;And there is no turning back &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  What is there after you?&lt;br /&gt;More than these tears&lt;br /&gt;Like the rain in a garden&lt;br /&gt;Little music in end&lt;br /&gt;I could try but I would fall&lt;br /&gt;Today I say “goodbye” on bended knees&lt;br /&gt;That by good of the two&lt;br /&gt;I sense the emptiness in you&lt;br /&gt;I’m crazy that I am dying of love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Oh if you could come back to me&lt;br /&gt;The sun moves through 1000 spring times&lt;br /&gt;If you returned to me&lt;br /&gt;It would miracle each time you see me.&lt;br /&gt;But today you are gone&lt;br /&gt;And there is no return for us &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  And, I am an undone hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;The fire and fury of a volcano&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t turn off&lt;br /&gt;I was like a fine wine&lt;br /&gt;Slave to you&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer able &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Oh if you come back to me,&lt;br /&gt;if you come back&lt;br /&gt;If you returned me,&lt;br /&gt;I would be happy once again&lt;br /&gt;But today you are gone&lt;br /&gt;And there is no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't like the song for the words in english...but when it is sung in Spanish, they flow and sound amazing...coupled with the totally amazing music...and here is a video...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1LCi8C7H-cA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1LCi8C7H-cA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song is amazing...I love it. There IS a better one...but I can't find it...so there. Bye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7407983152591108201?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7407983152591108201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7407983152591108201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7407983152591108201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7407983152591108201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-i-love-song-si-volvieras-mi.html' title='Yes, I love the song, &quot;Si Volvieras A Mi&quot;'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5096067329860326861</id><published>2007-03-24T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:33:42.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...The silence was the loudest thing I ever heard...</title><content type='html'>It has been...five days...an there isn't anything. Just a piece of paper...a piece of paper that I hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;It's just the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;When your heart's heavy&lt;br /&gt;I...I will lift it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you want to be heard&lt;br /&gt;If silence keeps you&lt;br /&gt;I...I will break it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be understood&lt;br /&gt;Well I can hear you&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you are loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;It's just the hurt that you hide&lt;br /&gt;When you're lost inside&lt;br /&gt;I...I will be there to find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you want to burn bright&lt;br /&gt;If darkness blinds you&lt;br /&gt;I...I will shine to guide you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be understood&lt;br /&gt;Well I can hear you&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you are loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loved&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;It's just the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Every one needs to be heard&lt;br /&gt;You are loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that song is for someone. I know it is. And I have thinking about something...that has to do with the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to whom it may concern...silence isn't helping...a hello maybe? That is all I have for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5096067329860326861?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5096067329860326861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5096067329860326861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5096067329860326861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5096067329860326861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/03/silence-was-loudest-thing-i-ever-heard.html' title='...The silence was the loudest thing I ever heard...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7103278013327515134</id><published>2007-03-21T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:33:42.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When It Rained....</title><content type='html'>This song says everything... Do YOU remember when it rained?...I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Wash away the thoughts inside&lt;br /&gt;That keep my mind away from you.&lt;br /&gt;No more love and no more pride&lt;br /&gt;And thoughts are all I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.&lt;br /&gt;Felt the ground and looked up high&lt;br /&gt;And called your name.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness I remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of hope run down my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Tears for you that will not dry.&lt;br /&gt;They magnify the one within&lt;br /&gt;And let the outside slowly die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the ground and looked up high&lt;br /&gt;And called your name.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.&lt;br /&gt;In the water I remain&lt;br /&gt;Running down&lt;br /&gt;Running down&lt;br /&gt;Running down&lt;br /&gt;Running down&lt;br /&gt;Running down&lt;br /&gt;Running down&lt;br /&gt;Running down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7103278013327515134?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7103278013327515134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7103278013327515134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7103278013327515134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7103278013327515134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/03/remember-when-it-rained.html' title='Remember When It Rained....'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5818752859934549320</id><published>2007-03-19T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:28:28.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that?</title><content type='html'>What's that? That is the question a little girl who frequents my checkout lane at Hannafords asks. Each and EVERY item that goes down the belt she asks, "What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;She is one of my FAVORITE regulars. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/Rf81M4MgjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/P6hdx3zwBFs/s1600-h/Me+in+all+glory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/Rf81M4MgjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/P6hdx3zwBFs/s320/Me+in+all+glory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043808603037797634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a random picture of me in all of my splendor! Fear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this past Saturday, was St. Patrick's Day. How did I celebrate? Well, first I got out of going to work at 7:00 AM...then I went to Church to Shovel a LOT of snow (and if you have been to my church, then you know how much snow there can be.), then shovel many bucketfuls of sand to the sander...each bucket potentially weighing 250 pounds.&lt;br /&gt; All the while speaking in an Irish accent, and wearing green as well as listening to Celtic Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at Youthgroup, we played LUCKY Leprechauns! How do you play? Well, let me tell ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you get many volunteers...then they all line up in a staright line. You hand the first person a Peep (tm) then they have to say "Lucky Leprechaun" CLEARLY. And you move down the line until someone cannot say it...I tied for first YAY! The bad part was having the sticky fingers, and puking up nasty Peep (tm) mess. Yech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my ST Patrick's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday came...usually a good day for me...but this one would be different...Sunday, Our beloved Pastor announced his retirement. This is a big thing for our church. In it 29 years of existence, we have only had TWO pastors, and The current Pastor, Pastor clow, has been the one I had since I started going there...so it is tough...and the same night, I learn that one of my friends whom I have grown up with got Engaged. It's weird, I've known him 9 years...and I guess that seeing him now an adult and Engaged is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That is all I can think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this...I think, therefore, I.M!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5818752859934549320?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5818752859934549320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5818752859934549320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5818752859934549320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5818752859934549320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-that.html' title='What&apos;s that?'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cN1DJSL6sWU/Rf81M4MgjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/P6hdx3zwBFs/s72-c/Me+in+all+glory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-7138060734119198662</id><published>2007-03-16T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:48:28.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It REALLY stinks...</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for graduation, I can't wait to leave, I just. CAN'T. WAIT to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-7138060734119198662?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/7138060734119198662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=7138060734119198662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7138060734119198662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/7138060734119198662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-really-stinks.html' title='It REALLY stinks...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-9006088946737718919</id><published>2007-03-11T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:41:12.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't mind confiding...that I make stupid mistakes...</title><content type='html'>Well, the title is quite true...and this song is the sum of what I feel like. THe band is cool...below are three songs of theirs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uM5VIXS312Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uM5VIXS312Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites...Sea of No Cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pNDNoxGU3vQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pNDNoxGU3vQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one that I feel is a perfect description of where things stand now...Clearest Indication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IusHiQcAYiI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IusHiQcAYiI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/30995036-9006088946737718919?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/9006088946737718919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=9006088946737718919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/9006088946737718919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/9006088946737718919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-mind-confidingthat-i-make-stupid.html' title='I don&apos;t mind confiding...that I make stupid mistakes...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-6754487031118921999</id><published>2007-03-06T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:05:49.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYD5CeFOTOI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYD5CeFOTOI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song I grew up with, and will someday teach and sing to my kids, (assuming I have any.)Sung by Peter, Paul, and Mary...the best version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-6754487031118921999?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/6754487031118921999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=6754487031118921999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6754487031118921999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/6754487031118921999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/03/puff.html' title='Puff...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-37488933954008448</id><published>2007-02-23T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:59:16.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Acceptance of Me....To Norwich University</title><content type='html'>Well...finally, something Major has happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been accepted to Norwich University! At least that is what the email I received said...I hope to get the actual letter soon. Anyways, This whole post is dedicated to Norwich...first of all, a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.norwich.edu"&gt;Norwich University website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...Here is what I am going for/doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going in for the Fall of 2007 term...&lt;br /&gt;I am going the &lt;a href="http://www.norwich.edu/cadets/index.html"&gt;Corps of Cadets lifestyle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;a href="http://www.norwich.edu/academics/socialscience/justicestudies.html"&gt;Criminal Justice&lt;/a&gt; Major&lt;br /&gt;and I am doing &lt;a href="http://www.norwich.edu/cadets/armyrotc.html"&gt;Army ROTC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a couple of Open Houses. 1 in October of 2006, and one on Veteran's Day. Both were really enjoyable, and I was able to become familiar with several Cadets who appeared in later days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to an Overnight trip, in December. Pretty much, that is when, you become the shadow of a student and does what he/she does, classes, chow, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the shadow of Pvt. Mittica, and I went to his Spanish class, Intro. to Criminal Justice class, and some history of the media class. All of the classes were fun. I also enjoyed, his two roommates,&lt;br /&gt;Pvt. Foley, and Pvt. Concepcion (not to be confused with conception) :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also attended, a &lt;a href="http://www.norwich.edu/admissions/leadershipchallenge.html"&gt;LCW&lt;/a&gt;, Leadership Challenge Weekend. That was amazing. I learned VERY Basic D&amp;amp;C (Drill and Ceremony) learned Water survival Techniques wearing BDUs...pretty simple, so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I am considering, Is the &lt;a href="http://www.norwich.edu/admissions/nuadvantage.html"&gt;NU Advantage&lt;/a&gt; This looks interesting...but I do not know if I am going to do it...I may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all for now. I may talk about this later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-37488933954008448?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/37488933954008448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=37488933954008448' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/37488933954008448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/37488933954008448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/02/acceptance-of-meto-norwich-university.html' title='The Acceptance of Me....To Norwich University'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-9151857160473686536</id><published>2007-02-21T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:51:56.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canon Rock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmOBTP0iDqY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmOBTP0iDqY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend wants this song played at her Wedding XD I think it would be better as graduation music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-9151857160473686536?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/9151857160473686536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=9151857160473686536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/9151857160473686536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/9151857160473686536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/02/canon-rock.html' title='Canon Rock...'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-5238773462089470684</id><published>2007-02-14T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:26:03.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day of BORING BLAHNESS</title><content type='html'>Well, today it snowed...bad thing 1 has occurred. Work was VERY SLOW AND BORING... Bad thing 2 has occurred. I got a message on my cell phone!...that I couldn't understand...Bad thing 3 has occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pretty much today was boring and uneventful...and unfortunately, tomorrow AGAPE will be canceled, I hope not.  That would mean I would have nothing to do, except be stuck in my house all day till I leave for work at 6:30 That would make my week more blah then it already has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing my luck with snow, everyone's wishes will come true, and there will be no classes. To make matters worse there is someone who may be upset or annoyed at me...I WOULD see this person tomorrow...BUT NO! Snow came and dropped my chances of that severely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all...and Valentine's Day should be banned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30995036-5238773462089470684?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/5238773462089470684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=5238773462089470684' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5238773462089470684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/5238773462089470684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-day-of-boring-blahness.html' title='Another day of BORING BLAHNESS'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30995036.post-8307845734671150637</id><published>2007-02-13T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T14:49:21.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of Man...IN ITALIAN!!</title><content type='html'>Italian is amazing...here is a song to prove it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/86xpJtVV-Yk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/86xpJtVV-Yk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/30995036-8307845734671150637?l=aielman31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/feeds/8307845734671150637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30995036&amp;postID=8307845734671150637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8307845734671150637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30995036/posts/default/8307845734671150637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aielman31.blogspot.com/2007/02/son-of-manin-italian.html' title='Son of Man...IN ITALIAN!!'/><author><name>Aielunknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15594068193847551493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
