<?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-6551463</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:00:20.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><subtitle type='html'>Choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551463.post-110334222337198719</id><published>2004-12-17T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:57:03.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOT!!  I'M TALKING TO KARLEE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-110334222337198719?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/110334222337198719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=110334222337198719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/110334222337198719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/110334222337198719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/12/woot-im-talking-to-karlee-right-now-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-109511787911981229</id><published>2004-09-13T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T18:24:39.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayyyyy!!!  I've got music now.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-109511787911981229?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/109511787911981229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=109511787911981229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/109511787911981229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/109511787911981229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/09/yayyyyy-ive-got-music-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-109443138325980033</id><published>2004-09-05T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T19:43:03.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a very interesting experience at Dillons getting my Pillar ticket. There was this guy in front of me that was taking a while cuz he had to fill out a long Western Union form. I was just waiting behind him and he said, "Thanks for being so patient. Most people your age aren't. Where did you get that from?" I told him I'd been raised in a Christian family. He said most Christian don't act like that I said, "Well, I made the decision to act like a Christian, and not just be one." He asked if I minded telling him what I believe and I said I believe that Jesus died on the cross for our sins and rose from the dead. He then told me that all you had to do for eternal life is love God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I believe that you have to believe that Christ died and rose to be saved. He asked me what church I go to and I said a Methodist church. He asked me if I knew about the Wesley brothers and I said I was familiar with them, but not thoroughly. He told me that they were mad at each other, so they split and made the Wesleyan and Methodist churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me how many denominations I think there are. I said I don't know, but I think there shouldn't be so many. He asked how many I think there should be and I said there should be one. And he said there should be no denominations, which is what I meant. I said I believe that denominations only cause problems because the core beliefs are what matter and splitting and arguing over other stuff only divides us and makes us weaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked what the core beliefs are. I said it's that Jesus died and rose again to save us from our sins. He said he believes in Jesus the man, but we only have to love God and that's what the Bible said and I shouldn't let people tell me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said well, what about the "Believe in the Lord Jesus and you will be saved?" He said Jesus didn't say that and that it was Saint Paul that said it, and that I shouldn't let people tell me otherwise. I just kinda grimaced and said ok, but that's not what I believe. Then the lady at the counter came back and took his form and he said goodbye and thanks for being patient and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I did, but I really hope I planted the seed for him. Maybe God will work in Him with what I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-109443138325980033?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/109443138325980033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=109443138325980033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/109443138325980033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/109443138325980033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-had-very-interesting-experience-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-109294020160518193</id><published>2004-08-19T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T16:20:38.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When did you last cry? hmmm... not sure.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like your handwriting? pretty much, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite lunch meat? turkey&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your birth date? 09/22/87&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your most embarrassing CD? Dream... bah...&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? hmmm... probably.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you laugh when other people fall down? depends on who it is. if it's a friend and they laugh too, I probably will.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? not that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do looks matter? to an extent. but there are many things that are much more important.&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you release anger? paintball.&lt;br /&gt;11. Where is your second home? probably school... I'd be there more than any other place other than home.&lt;br /&gt;12. What was your favorite toy as a child? wow... ummm... I had a Cabbage Patch doll I loved&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you trust others easily? usually&lt;br /&gt;14. What class in high school do you think was totally useless? Biology for the most part... learning all that stuff about insects is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a journal? just my blog. I'm thinking of starting a journal for stuff I learn in my Bible studies and stuff though.&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you use sarcasm a lot? not really&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite movie(s)? hum... don't really have one... I watched The Last Samurai recently and that was really good though.&lt;br /&gt;18. What are your nicknames? Danny, Daniel (actually my real name), Dan'l (from middle school). Dan is actually a nickname, so I guess that is.&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you bungee jump? definitely! skydive too!&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? nope&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you think that you are strong? mentally, yes. physically, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;22. What's your favorite ice cream flavor? cookies and cream, chocolate, mint chocolate chip&lt;br /&gt;23. Shoe Size? 11&lt;br /&gt;24. What are your favorite colors? black, blue, red&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I can be a little too pushy and stuff sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;26. Who do you miss most? someone...&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you want everyone you send this to send it back? someone might put it on their blog...&lt;br /&gt;28. What color pants are you wearing? khaku cargo shorts&lt;br /&gt;29. What are you listening to right now? Pride Away by Kutless&lt;br /&gt;30. Last thing you ate today? nothing... I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;31. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? some obscure color no one uses so I won't have my body rubbed down to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the weather like right now? rainy&lt;br /&gt;33. Last person you talked to on the phone? hmmmm... Bekah I think.&lt;br /&gt;34. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? at first glance, looks of course, but noticing, as in thinking again about them, their attitude. specifically, Christian attitude.&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you like the person who sent this to you? got it from emily's blog, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;36. How are you today? pretty good. had school registration though... don't want it to start very much.&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite Drink? cherry Italian soda with milk and whipped cream mmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite Sport? paintball of course!&lt;br /&gt;39. Eye Color? green&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you wear contacts? yup. I got those new Acuvue Advanced ones. they're pretty flimsy. would be impossible to put in if you're new probably, but they feel really good.&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite Food? Arby's roast beef sandwiches with Arby's sauce are sooooo good. I also like Thanksgiving meal a lot.&lt;br /&gt;42. Last Movie You Watched? ummmm... Last Action Hero&lt;br /&gt;43. Favorite Day of the Year? Christmas&lt;br /&gt;44. Scary Movies or Happy Endings? both... at the same time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;45. Summer or Winter? summer cuz of no school and paintball season, but winter cuz I don't like extreme heat much and can deal with cold.&lt;br /&gt;46. Hugs OR Kisses? depends&lt;br /&gt;47. What is your Favorite Dessert? chocolate cheesecake or marble ice cream cake&lt;br /&gt;48. Who is Most Likely to Respond? dunno&lt;br /&gt;49. Who is Least Likely to respond? dunno&lt;br /&gt;50. Current Living Arrangements? with my parents and brother (until he moves out, which is probably soon)&lt;br /&gt;51. What Books Are You Reading? The Measure of a Man, Purpose Driven Life, Bible... I need to find a good novel to read.&lt;br /&gt;52. What's on your mouse pad? "Kansas Army National Guard. YOU CAN. SFC David Gochenour (316) 529-3219 &lt;a href="http://www.1-800-go-guard.com"&gt;www.1-800-go-guard.com&lt;/a&gt; david.gochenour@ks.ngb.army.mil" if you wanna join the National Guard, there ya go.&lt;br /&gt;53. Favorite Game? Battlefield 1942&lt;br /&gt;54. What did you watch last night on TV? ummm... news, Smallville (two of em) and Judge Joe Brown.&lt;br /&gt;55. Favorite Smells? I don't really have a favorite smell... but you gotta love the smell of CO2 in the morning. :P&lt;br /&gt;56. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-109294020160518193?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/109294020160518193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=109294020160518193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/109294020160518193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/109294020160518193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/08/quiz-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-109176560700257111</id><published>2004-08-05T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T23:21:21.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. RELATIONSHIP STATUS?&lt;/span&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;/span&gt; hmmm... a little Measure of a Man, Purpose Driven Life, and the Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;/span&gt; it's an Army National Guard one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?&lt;/span&gt; I like Monopoly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. FAVE MAGAZINE?&lt;/span&gt; hmmm... not sure. I like PB2X and P8NT. Action Pursuit Games is pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;/span&gt; similar to Dustin's... 8th grade trip I was in the back AND the bus had a gas leak. really awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. FAVORITE SOUND?&lt;/span&gt; hmmm... 10 paintball guns firing off the break indoors is pretty cool. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?&lt;/span&gt; emotional hurt and feelings like nothing is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKEUP IN THE MORNING?&lt;/span&gt; hmmm... either "go back to sleep" or "get on the computer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. FAVORITE COLOR(S)?&lt;/span&gt; red, black, blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU PICK UP THE PHONE?&lt;/span&gt; until caller ID shows up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. FUTURE CHILDS NAME?&lt;/span&gt; I think Paul is a good Bible name. Maybe Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. WHAT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN LIFE?&lt;/span&gt; God of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. FAVORITE FOODS?&lt;/span&gt; good steak... chocolate ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Cholate or Vanillia?&lt;/span&gt; chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?&lt;/span&gt; I've learned my lesson before I got the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?&lt;/span&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. STORMS-COOL OR CREEPY?&lt;/span&gt; storms rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. YOUR 1ST CAR?&lt;/span&gt; don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE WHOWOULD IT BE?&lt;/span&gt; Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22. FAVORITE DRINK?&lt;/span&gt; cherry Italian soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/span&gt; probably a pro paintballer. or maybe own a pb company. I have no idea what I wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24. if you COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR AND IT LOOKED GOOD?&lt;/span&gt; hmmm... idk... would black or lighter blond look good? Idk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?&lt;/span&gt; Not that kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;26. GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?&lt;/span&gt; Half full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27. FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm… no real favorite. I like lots of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?&lt;/span&gt; NOPE! Somewhat… It seems like I use mostly my index and middle fingers. But I type really fast with those, so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29. FAVORITE SPORT/SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;/span&gt; Need you ask me? *points at blog name* paintball is sooo much fun to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30. SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THISTO YOU?&lt;/span&gt; I know ur a great girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;31. PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TORESPOND?&lt;/span&gt; Idk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;32. PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS MOST LIKELY TORESPOND?&lt;/span&gt; Bekah might put it on her blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;33. FAVORITE PLACE IN THE USA?&lt;/span&gt; South Dakota mountains are AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;34. FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;/span&gt; I love the Cornerstone TV channel. This Generation is an awesome show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;35. FAVORITE WEB SITE?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pbreview.com/"&gt;http://www.pbreview.com/&lt;/a&gt; and www.christianpaintball.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;36. WHOS YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt; God and Bekah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;37. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;/span&gt; Pillar, Disciple, Demon Hunter, and Switchfoot schwang! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;38. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE IN THE MORNING?&lt;/span&gt; Today it was 11:30 or so. Usually 2-4 tho. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;39. IF YOU COULD EAT LUNCH WITH ONE FAMOUS PERSON, WHO WOULD THAT BE?&lt;/span&gt; Hmmmm…. RamboPreacher! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;40. GOLD OR SILVER?&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm… I don’t really care much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;41. WHAT WAS THE LAST FILM YOU SAW AT THE CINEMA?&lt;/span&gt; I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;42.What was the last movie that you rented?&lt;/span&gt; Wow… ummmm… no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;43. WHAT DO YOU HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?&lt;/span&gt; Usually cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;44.WHO WOULD YOU HATE TO BE LEFT IN THE SAME ROOMWITH?&lt;/span&gt; Ummm… satan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;45. CAN YOU TOUCH YOUR NOSE WITH YOUR TONGUE?&lt;/span&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;46. WHAT INSPIRES YOU?&lt;/span&gt; The Bible… prayer… Christian TV and radio shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;47. WHAT'S YOUR MIDDLE NAME?&lt;/span&gt; Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;48. BEACH, CITY OR COUNTRY?&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm… never been to the beach and I like to have stuff to go out and do. I’ll say a mix between city and country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;49. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;/span&gt; Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50. BUTTERED,SALTED, OR PLAIN POPCORN?&lt;/span&gt; Extra butter and salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;51.FAVORITE CAR?&lt;/span&gt; ’77 or ’78 black t-top Corvette with black and red trim interior SWANK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;52. FAVORITE SANDWICH FILLING?&lt;/span&gt; Ummm… either turkey and mustard or Arby’s roast beef sandwiches with Arby’s sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;53. WHAT CHARACTERISTICS DO YOU DESPISE?&lt;/span&gt; Selfishness. Hypocrisy. Closed mindedness. Uncaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;54. FAVORITE FLOWERS?&lt;/span&gt; Don’t really care. Roses are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;55. IF YOU HAD A BIG WIN IN THE LOTTERY, HOW LONGWOULD YOU WAIT TO TELEPHONE PEOPLE?&lt;/span&gt; I’d send all the people special to me an anonymous check, give a large part of it to charity or church, and keep some for myself. And never tell anyone I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;56. FIZZY OR STILL WATER?&lt;/span&gt; fizzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;57. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHROOM?&lt;/span&gt; Upstairs is pink and white downstairs is green and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;58. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;59. WHERE WOULD YOU RETIRE TO?&lt;/span&gt; No idea…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;60. FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK?&lt;/span&gt; Ummmm… Sunday is cool cuz of church and a day off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;61. RED OR WHITE WINE?&lt;/span&gt; Never had any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;62. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY?&lt;/span&gt; Nothing :_(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;63. DO YOU CARRY A DONOR CARD?&lt;/span&gt; No…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;64.COMFORT FOOD?&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate ice cream (or cookies and cream or mint chocolate chip YUMMMMM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;65.FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?&lt;/span&gt; Subway, Spangles, and Arby’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;66. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, " IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY,I WOULD...?&lt;/span&gt; same as I said in #55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;67. HOW MANY PLACES HAVE YOU LIVED IN?&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;68. Do you own any pets and if so what are they?&lt;/span&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;69. What turns you on the most about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt; Someone I’m really comfortable with. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;70. What do you want to do with your life?&lt;/span&gt; Serve God to my fullest. Other than that, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-109176560700257111?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/109176560700257111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=109176560700257111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/109176560700257111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/109176560700257111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-109072758947745406</id><published>2004-07-24T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T22:53:09.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. Ryan showed me this in his blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?un=" method="post" meme="1074645612"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th bg colspan="2" style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Your Homicidal Rampage! by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~crash_and_burn"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;crash_and_burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#333333;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#ddddaa;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input value="Dan" name="Your name:"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#333333;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Weapon of Choice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#ddddaa;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A can of mace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#333333;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Favorite Target:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#ddddaa;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#333333;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Kill Count:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#ddddaa;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;298,371,818&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#333333;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Battle Cry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#ddddaa;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Moo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#333333;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Years You Spend in Jail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#ddddaa;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#333333;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How Much Money In Damages You Cause:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:#ddddaa;" bg&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;$170,303,002,192,950&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; 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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg colspan="2" style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#000000" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.deskslave.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-109072758947745406?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/109072758947745406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=109072758947745406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/109072758947745406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/109072758947745406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/07/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108978017300101185</id><published>2004-07-13T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:42:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!!  I found an insanely long 225 question quiz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;Your name::Dan&lt;br /&gt;Age::16&lt;br /&gt;Height:: 5'10&lt;br /&gt;Natural hair colour:: dark blond &lt;br /&gt;Eye colour:: green&lt;br /&gt;Number of siblings:: 20 year old brother and 24 year old sister&lt;br /&gt;Glasses/contacts?:: contacts&lt;br /&gt;Piercings:: none&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos:: none&lt;br /&gt;Braces?:: never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE &lt;br /&gt;Colour:: blue or red&lt;br /&gt;Band:: Metallica, Linkin Park, Godsmack, Disciple&lt;br /&gt;Song:: “Back Again” by Disciple and “Sandman” by Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed animal:: hmmmm…  I know I used to have some special one.  Don’t remember what it was tho.&lt;br /&gt;Video game:: Grand Theft Auto: Vice City and SOCOM 2&lt;br /&gt;TV show:: None really…  I don’t watch specific shows much.  Just whatever is on. &lt;br /&gt;Movie:: Hum…  Don’t really know.  &lt;br /&gt;Book:: Purpose Driven Life&lt;br /&gt;Food:: cheese pizza with Canadian bacon, chicken, and mushrooms from Pizza Hutt&lt;br /&gt;Game on a cell phone:: don’t have a cell&lt;br /&gt;CD cover:: ??? &lt;br /&gt;Flower:: No idea…  roses I guess…&lt;br /&gt;Scent:: Phoenix Axe…  and I guess anything related to Emily…  :/&lt;br /&gt;Animal:: hmmmm…  no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Comic book:: I used to read Star Wars comics&lt;br /&gt;Cereal:: Cocoa Pebbles and Puffs. &lt;br /&gt;Website:: CPPA and PBReview&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon:: Pink Panther and Spy vs. Spy on Mad TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU &lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument?:: nope&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?:: haha.  No way.&lt;br /&gt;Like to sing?:: Sometimes…&lt;br /&gt;Have a job?:: trying to find one&lt;br /&gt;Have a cell phone?:: no&lt;br /&gt;Like to play sports?:: kinda&lt;br /&gt;Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?:: kinda sorta…&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush on someone?:: hum..  I’d say it’s more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Live somewhere NOT in the united states?:: no &lt;br /&gt;Have more than 5 TVs in your house?:: no &lt;br /&gt;Have any special talents/skills?:: my uber paintball skillz!  :P&lt;br /&gt;Excercise daily?:: not since school got out&lt;br /&gt;Like school?:: pretty much, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU &lt;br /&gt;Sing the alphabet backwards?::  say, yes…  sing, no.&lt;br /&gt;Stand on your tip toes without wearing shoes?:: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Speak any other languages?:: kinda sorta Spanish…&lt;br /&gt;Go a day without food?:: sure&lt;br /&gt;Stay up for more than 24 hours?:: easily &lt;br /&gt;Read music, not just tabs?:: nope&lt;br /&gt;Roll your tongue?:: yup&lt;br /&gt;Eat a whole pizza?:: most likely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER &lt;br /&gt;Snuck out of the house?:: not mine&lt;br /&gt;Cried to get out of trouble?:: haha   not that I remember…&lt;br /&gt;Gotten lost in your city?:: no&lt;br /&gt;Seen a shooting star?:: yep&lt;br /&gt;Been to any other countries besides the united states?:: nope&lt;br /&gt;Had a serious surgery?:: if getting stitches 3 times counts, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen something important to someone else?:: don’t think so…&lt;br /&gt;Solved a rubiks cube?:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Gone out in public in your pajamas?:: no &lt;br /&gt;Cried over a girl?:: yes…&lt;br /&gt;Cried over a boy?:: hah  no…&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a random stranger?:: Never would.&lt;br /&gt;Hugged a random stranger?:: I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight?:: Hehe…  Kinda…&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested?:: nope&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs?:: nope&lt;br /&gt;Had alcohol?:: nope&lt;br /&gt;Laughed and had milk come out of your nose?:: no&lt;br /&gt;Pushed all the buttons on an elevator?:: Haha. I should.  :P&lt;br /&gt;Gone to school only to find you had the day off because of a holiday/etc?:: no &lt;br /&gt;Swore at your parents?:: not that I remember&lt;br /&gt;Been to warped tour?:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Kicked a guy where it hurts?:: Hah…  Probably…&lt;br /&gt;Been in love?:: No.&lt;br /&gt;Been close to love?:: Maybe… &lt;br /&gt;Been to a casino?:: no &lt;br /&gt;Ran over an animal and killed it?:: Hah…  not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?:: not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten stitches?:: 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;Had a waterballoon fight in winter?:: Haha.  Nope.  Sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour?:: lol…  no…&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade muffins?:: no&lt;br /&gt;Bitten someone?:: meh…  probably.&lt;br /&gt;Been to disneyland/disneyworld?:: nope.&lt;br /&gt;More than 5 times?:: nope&lt;br /&gt;Been to niagra falls?:: nope&lt;br /&gt;Burped in someones face?:: probably&lt;br /&gt;Gotten the chicken pox?:: when I was little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHENS THE LAST TIME YOU &lt;br /&gt;Brushed your teeth:: earlier today&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bathroom:: ummm an hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;Saw a movie in theaters:: a week or two ago&lt;br /&gt;Read a book:: finished a big one a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Had a snow day:: not sure if we had one this last year…&lt;br /&gt;Had a party:: player’s party maybe…  Bekah’s bday is Friday tho!!&lt;br /&gt;Had a slumber party:: sometime last year&lt;br /&gt;Made fun of someone:: Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Tripped in front of someone:: dunno&lt;br /&gt;Went to the grocery store:: been a while…&lt;br /&gt;Got sick:: kinda Sunday…&lt;br /&gt;Cursed:: a while…  I don’t like to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICK ONE &lt;br /&gt;Fruit/vegetables:: fruit &lt;br /&gt;Black/white:: black&lt;br /&gt;Lights on/lights off:: on&lt;br /&gt;TV/movie:: movie&lt;br /&gt;Car/truck:: car&lt;br /&gt;Body spray/lotion:: spray&lt;br /&gt;Cash/check:: cash &lt;br /&gt;Pillows/blankets:: blankets &lt;br /&gt;Headache/stomach ache:: stomach ache&lt;br /&gt;Paint/charcoal:: paint &lt;br /&gt;Chinese food/mexican food:: hmmm…  I love both! &lt;br /&gt;Summer/winter::  summer for the break winter for the no 100* heat&lt;br /&gt;Snow/rain:: rain&lt;br /&gt;Fog/misty:: misty &lt;br /&gt;Rock/rap:: rock&lt;br /&gt;Meat/vegetarian:: meat &lt;br /&gt;Boy/girl:: girl&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate/vanilla:: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkles/icing:: icing &lt;br /&gt;Cake/pie:: cake&lt;br /&gt;French toast/french fries:: french toast&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries/blueberries:: strawberries &lt;br /&gt;Ocean/swimming pool:: never been to the ocean, so pool.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs/kisses:: kisses (depends on who from tho  ;) )&lt;br /&gt;Cookies/muffins:: cookies &lt;br /&gt;p33n/bewbz:: hah…  bewbz…&lt;br /&gt;Wallet/pocket:: wallet &lt;br /&gt;Window/door:: umm... door…&lt;br /&gt;Emo/goth:: lol..  both are dumb&lt;br /&gt;Pink/purple:: pink &lt;br /&gt;Cat/dog:: dog&lt;br /&gt;Long sleeve/short sleeve:: short sleeves&lt;br /&gt;Pants/shorts:: shorts &lt;br /&gt;Winter break/spring break:: winter because it’s longer and is CHRISTMAS!!&lt;br /&gt;Spring/autumn:: Spring&lt;br /&gt;Clouds/clear sky::  clear!&lt;br /&gt;Moon/mars:: moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP &lt;br /&gt;How many friends do you have?:: 5-10&lt;br /&gt;What are their names?:: Bekah, Emily, Ryan, David, Erik, Jon, Rochelle, Ryan, maybe I’m missing some…&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?:: ya&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked one of your friends?:: Emilay!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have more guy friends or more girl friends?:: guys&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost a friend?:: yeah…&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone to an amusement park with a friend?:: yep&lt;br /&gt;Whats an inside joke between you and a friend?:: CINDERBLOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten in a big arguement with a friend?:: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whats the nicest thing youve ever done for a friend?:: hmmmm…  idk..&lt;br /&gt;Whats the nicest thing a friend has ever done for you?:: be there when I need them&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss any of your old friends?:: not much…&lt;br /&gt;What friend have you known the longest?:: Jon&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret anything you've done to a friend?::  maybe…  idk…&lt;br /&gt;If so, what is it?:: ...&lt;br /&gt;How often do you spend time with your friends?:: 2 or 3 days a week&lt;br /&gt;Do any of your friends drive?::  most of them&lt;br /&gt;Has a friend of yours ever died?:: no&lt;br /&gt;Whats the dumbest thing you've done with a friend?:: Hah…  get revenge on Ryan’s ex…  I wouldn’t do that again.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think your friends think of you?:: I hope they think I’m a good person they can trust.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?:: not yet&lt;br /&gt;If you have, with who?:: &lt;br /&gt;Are you single?:: kinda…&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship?:: kinda…&lt;br /&gt;If so, for how long?:: &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is someone for everyone?:: yes&lt;br /&gt;What is your idea of the best date?:: something close and personal with someone I really care about.&lt;br /&gt;What was your first kiss like?:: short, but sweet.  :D&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you got your first kiss?:: 16 &lt;br /&gt;Do you think love is a load of shit?:: for most of the kids who think they’re in love, yes.  But for those who know what they’re doing, no.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the best experience you've ever had with the opposite sex?:: time with Emily.&lt;br /&gt;If you are single, have you had any boyfriends/girlfriends before?:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been dumped?:: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dumped someone?:: no&lt;br /&gt;Whats the most sexual thing you've done with the opposite sex?:: uh…  kissing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILLY STUFF &lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite genre of music?:: Rock&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?:: 11:29 pm&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?:: Monday&lt;br /&gt;Whens the last time you called someone?:: yesterday&lt;br /&gt;How much money do you have right now?:: $10-$20&lt;br /&gt;Are you hungry?:: not really…&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha doin?:: taking this quiz&lt;br /&gt;Do you like parades?:: umm sure&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the moon?:: sure…&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do when you're done with this?:: go to bed maybe&lt;br /&gt;Isn't cup a funny word when you repeat it over and over?:: no…&lt;br /&gt;If you could have any magical power what would it be?:: being able to be invisible&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a picnic?:: yeah I think &lt;br /&gt;Did you ever have one of those skip-its when you were young?:: nope&lt;br /&gt;What about sock em boppers?:: nope &lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any socks right now?:: no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU ARE &lt;br /&gt;funny?:: I try to be  :P&lt;br /&gt;pretty?:: har har I’m teh hawtness!!&lt;br /&gt;sarcastic?:: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;lazy?:: yep&lt;br /&gt;hyper?:: usually&lt;br /&gt;friendly?:: yep &lt;br /&gt;evil?:: nope&lt;br /&gt;smart?:: usually&lt;br /&gt;strong?:: kinda&lt;br /&gt;talented?:: kinda&lt;br /&gt;dorky?:: hah   yeah, probably.  Me and my Photoshop and paintball obsessions.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR OR AGAINST &lt;br /&gt;suicide:: totally against&lt;br /&gt;love:: for&lt;br /&gt;drunk drivers:: against &lt;br /&gt;airplanes:: never been on one, but for. &lt;br /&gt;war:: if there’s adequate reason. &lt;br /&gt;canada:: haha… uh…  for…&lt;br /&gt;united states:: for!&lt;br /&gt;rock music:: rock rocks!&lt;br /&gt;gay marriage:: totally against&lt;br /&gt;school:: for&lt;br /&gt;surveys:: eh…  for&lt;br /&gt;parents:: for&lt;br /&gt;cars:: for &lt;br /&gt;killing:: against&lt;br /&gt;britney spears:: hah…  I’d say against.  :P&lt;br /&gt;coffee:: for &lt;br /&gt;pants:: for    wouldn’t it be wonderful if no one wore pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU EVER &lt;br /&gt;Sky dive?:: heck yeah&lt;br /&gt;Play strip poker?:: hehe…  with who and when?&lt;br /&gt;Run away?:: not likely&lt;br /&gt;Curse at a teacher?:: no&lt;br /&gt;Not take a shower for a week?:: how much will you pay me?&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone out?:: sure... not now tho &lt;br /&gt;Lie to someone to make them think better of you?:: maybe…  I don’t like lying tho&lt;br /&gt;Visit a foreign country for more than a month?:: sure&lt;br /&gt;Go scuba diving?:: sure&lt;br /&gt;Write a book?:: possibly&lt;br /&gt;Become a rockstar?:: maybe&lt;br /&gt;Have casual sex?:: never (unless I’m married and casually say, “Hey, wanna have sex?” to my wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST QUESTIONS &lt;br /&gt;What shampoo do you use?:: Suave&lt;br /&gt;Whens the last time you did something sexual with the opposite sex?:: never&lt;br /&gt;What kind of computer do you have?:: my parents HP is screwed up and my brother’s custom built one rocks&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in?:: 11th next year&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to throw popcorn at people in the movies?:: hehe   I will if they’re annoying me&lt;br /&gt;Or just make out?:: maybe…&lt;br /&gt;How many posters do you have in your room?:: one of a Dye DM4&lt;br /&gt;How many cds do you have?:: 20-30&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?:: 11:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108978017300101185?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108978017300101185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108978017300101185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108978017300101185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108978017300101185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/07/yay-i-found-insanely-long-225-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108840035025050449</id><published>2004-06-28T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T00:25:50.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay.  I took the test too and I'm sane!!!  Weeeeeeeee!!!  *runs around in circles*  *trips on the floor*  ow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#obsessive"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108840035025050449?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108840035025050449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108840035025050449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108840035025050449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108840035025050449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108753846332736501</id><published>2004-06-17T23:09:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T02:45:57.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAVE U EVER...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) kissed your cousin: on the lips, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) ran away: went outside to get away, but that's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) broken someone's heart: *sigh*  I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) been in love: Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) cried when someone died: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) broken a bone: Strangely, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) drank alcohol: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) lied: Yeah.  I extremely rarely do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) cried in school: Not that I know of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) coke or pepsi: Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) sprite or 7up: 7UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) girls or guys: Girls for talking to...  Guys becuase they don't have crazy mood swings and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) flowers or candy: Both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) scruff or clean shaven: clean shaven...  scruff if I'm busy.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) quiet or loud: loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) blondes or brunettes: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) bitchy or slutty: slutty is a big NO, and I can do better than bitchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) tall or short: not taller than me (for girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) shorts or pants: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) what do you notice first: how fun a person is to be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) last person you slow danced with: I can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) worst thing to do: break up...  lose them altogether, even as a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST TIME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) showered: yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) had sex: never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) had a great time with the opposite sex: Tuesday (today's Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) your good luck charm: God!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) person you hate the most: No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) the best thing that has happened to you today: 1st Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) color: red, blue, and black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) movie: wow...  I don't think I really have one now...  hum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) book: the Bible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) subject in school: Bible classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) juice: apple juice (only if it's cold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) cars: sports cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) ice cream: mint chocolate chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) holiday: summer break!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) breakfast food: eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) music : rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) sit by the phone waiting for a phone call at night: sometimes...  I've waited for someone to come online a lot tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) save internet conversations: I have Dead AIM on one computer and that saves all of em.  on the other comp, I save em if they're important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) save emails: some of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) wish you were someone else: not really.  God made me how I am for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) wish you were a member of the opposite sex: ummmm no not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) cried because of someone's mean words: in a way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) cologne/perfume: I like my Axe (specifically Phoenix)...  don't know any perfume tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) friend: Bekah, Emily, Ryan, David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) kiss: first kiss with Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) romantic memory:  first kiss with Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) most recent advice given to you: trust God and let Him take care of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) color your hair: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) have tattooes: nope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) have piercings: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) have a boyfriend/girlfriend: no...  :_(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) own a webcam: I can use my digital camera as a webcam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) own a thong: haha   do I?  nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) ever get off the computer: heh   sometimes  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU/DO YOU/ARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) stolen anything: nothing important I don't think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) smoke: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) schizophrenic: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) obsessive: maybe a little   heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) compulsive: don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) obsessive compulsive: guess not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) panic: not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) anxiety: can be occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) depressed: sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) suicidal: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) obsessed with hate: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) dream of mutliated bodies, blood, and gore: eh...  no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) if you could be anywhere, where would you be?: *sigh* with Emily when things were OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) can you do anything freakish with your body: i dunno...dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) what facial feature do you find the most attractive: mine or someone elses? eyes on a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) would you vote for a woman candidate for president: if she was a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) would you marry for money: no.  that's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) have you had braces: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) do you pluck your eyebrows: haha  no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) do you like hairy backs: lol   NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) could you live without a computer: maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) do you use ICQ, AOL Buddy list, etc...? MSN and AIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) if so, how many people are on your lists: over 131 on aim and only like 45 on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) if you could live in any past time period, which would it be? well, for one when emi and I were together...  but longer, probably 50s or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) do you drink enough water: somedays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86)wear shoes in the house or take them off: usually off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87) what is your favorite fruit: whole strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) do you eat wheat bread or white: don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) do you kiss on the first date: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) are you photogenic: not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) do you dream in color or black and white: color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92) are you wearing fingernail polish: lol   no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93) do you have any dimples: don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) do you remember being born: lol   no.  that'd be a bit... no...  REALLY weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) why do you take survey's: I'm bored.  they're fun.  and I get to learn stuff about other people who take em.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96) do you drink alcohol: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) what is the best accent: American!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) who do you want to kiss: hmmm... Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) do you like sunrises or sunsets the most: Sunsets more...  but both are awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100) do you want to live to be 100?: I doubt it...  I wanna be with God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101) is a flat stomach important to you: kinda...  not for others, and not enough for me to make the extra effort to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102) are you loyal: to God, heck yes.  to people important to me, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103) are you tolerant of other people's beliefs: tolerant yes.  accepting, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104) when you watch movies at home, do you like the lights on or off? depends...  I'm kinda like Emi.  living in a bright house with huge windows, white walls, and highs ceilings would ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105) do you have nightmares frequently: haven't in years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106) do you like your nose: eh...  I think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107) do you think you can draw well: does Photoshop count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108) at what age did you find out Santa Claus wasn't real? I never believed in him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109) how many pairs of shoes are in your closet: I have my Vans, old casual shoes (now lawn mowing shoes), running shoes, dress shoes, and paintball cleats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110) do you like to wear the same shoes everyday or do you like variety? meh  I'll just wear my Vans all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111) do you write poetry: very rarely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112) do you snore: not that I know of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113) do you sleep more on your back, front, or sides? everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114) dog/cat? dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115) do you lick stamps: if they need to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116) do you use an electric can opener? yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117) have you ridden in a hot air balloon: no.  it'd be fun tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118) which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain: emotional.  physical pain is something I can handle pretty easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119) favorite TV show: don't really have one.  I don't watch much TV.  just whatever's on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120) do you know anyone who is clinically depressed: yes, I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121) do you prefer a piano or violin: hum...  I'd say violin...  really tough choice tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122) are you a sex addict? hehe...  not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123) do you know someone who has cancer? not anymore...  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124) do you like to argue: I really don't like it...  it's so much easier if people stay calm and work things out peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125) do you hunt: want to, but no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126) do you like fast food joints, or fancy/expensive restaurants: both have their place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127) would you rather vist a zoo or an art musuem: hum... both are fun.  I can' decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129) are you basically a happy person: Yes.  only because of God, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130) are you tired?: surprisingly no.  considering I didn't get to sleep til 7 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131) did you drink anything with caffeine in it today?: not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132) how many phones do you have in your house: 1 house phone and 3 cell phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133) how long is your hair: ince... inch and a half.  it needs to be cut bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134) do you get along with your parents? usually...  just try to avoid me dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135) what color of eyes do you prefer: green or blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136) first name: Wuh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137) were you named after anyone?: my middle name comes from my cousin and my first sort of from my grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138) do you wish on stars?: nope.  praying works much better.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139) when did you last cry: today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140) if you were making a movie about yourself, what would the title be? uuuuhhhh...  Dan the Christian Paintball Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141) do you like your handwriting: it's decent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142) who do you admire and why: Paul Sparks for sure.  amazing guy.  ask me if u wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143) what is the #1 priority in your life?: God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144) what is your favorite lunchmeat? turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145) any bad habits: don't think so anymore...  I've worked through the worst.  not sure if there's any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146) what is your most embarrassing CD? hhmmmmm....  I've got a couple Now CDs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147) if you were another person, would you be friends with yourself: I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148) are you a daredevil: oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149) have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? hmmmmm...  yeah, I think so.  but only to someone else I REALLY trust and needed prayer/advice on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150) have you ever stolen anything: this was already asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151) do looks matter: beauty fades, so personality and being a Christian way outweighs it.  if God blesses me with a beautiful girl who has the other qualities, I won't turn Him down.  And I didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;152) have you ever misused a word and it sounded absolutely stupid: probably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153) do you think there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow: eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;154) do fish have feelings: I doubt it...  but idk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;155) are you trendy? hah.  no.  I wear what's cheap and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156) how do you release anger? listen to music, talk about it with someone, bring it to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157) Where is your second? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158) do you trust others easily: depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159) what was your favorite toy as a child?:  G.I. Joes and cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160) what class in school do you think is totally useless? Spanish...  I'm no good at it, so I won't be using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;161) do you like sappy love songs? kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;162) have you ever been on radio or television:  radio when I won something I think...  not sure about TV.  maybe when Holy Cross was moving into the new building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163) do you have a journal: my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164) do you use sarcasm a lot:  I try not to.  cuz it may be funny, but it often hurts the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;165) have you ever been in another country: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;166) what do you look for in a girl/guy?: Christian, fun, exciting, caring, crazy, slow to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;167) what is/are your nickname? hum...  Dan, Dummy, Paintbal Hero, Danny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;168) would you bungee jump?: HECK YEAH!!  THROW IN THE SKYDIVING TOO!!!   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169) do you untie your shoes when you take them off?: usually not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;170) what are you worried about right now?: leaving this all up to God.  kinda scary leaving everything up to someone else and having no control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;171) do you think you are strong: physically, yeah, I'm pretty strong.  mentally/emotionally, pretty strong, and God helps me up when I'm feeling weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172) what's your least favorite thing in the world: hum...  anything that pulls me away from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;173) how many wisdom teeth do you have?: all of them I think.  maybe 3.  idk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108753846332736501?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108753846332736501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108753846332736501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108753846332736501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108753846332736501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/have-u-ever_108753846332736501.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108752219771096239</id><published>2004-06-17T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T20:29:57.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe.  This is what I got.  And it's exactly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/videogame.pl"&gt;&lt;IMG BORDER=0 ALIGN="LEFT" WIDTH=150 HEIGHT=80 SRC="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/videogame/8.png" ALT="What Video Game Character Are You? I am a Scorched Earth Tank." /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I am &lt;B&gt;a Scorched Earth Tank&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a mission, it consumes me; I will not be satisfied until the job is done. I have a strong sense of duty, and a strong sense of direction. Changes in the tide don't phase me - I always know which way the wind blows, and I know how to compensate for it. I get on poorly with people like myself. &lt;A HREF="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/videogame.pl"&gt;What Video Game Character Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108752219771096239?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108752219771096239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108752219771096239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108752219771096239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108752219771096239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108724777481424989</id><published>2004-06-14T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T16:16:14.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.  This one's about building and maintaining a good reputation.  If we are going to have a positive Christian influence on others - family, friends, strangers - we &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; be liked and respected.  In other words, you need a good reputation to be a good witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things listed in the last post are ways for you to have a good reputation.  If you're truly after God, you will have a good reputation.  So, how do we go about getting a good reputation?  To start, just ask yourself this question.  Do I get positive feedback from those &lt;em&gt;closest&lt;/em&gt; to me that would indicate I have a good reputation - from my parents, siblings, and close friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, feedback from those who do not know you well is not necessarily a good test regarding your reputation.  Their judgements can be, and very often are, superficial.  They may be impressed with your physical appearance, your speaking ability, or with your public personality, which may or may not represent what you really are as a person.  Conversely, they also may have a bad view of you for the same superficial reasons.  You may not be the best looking, best talker, or a little more shy than most, and people unfamiliar with YOU will only know those outward qualities.  It would show nothing of your walk with God, and may lead you to think you're failing in that.  When you're looking at what those close to you think of you, &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; take into account what they think of you &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.  Many of us have gone through tough times in the past that have brought us down and away from God, but that's in the past.  It's time to work past that and focus on who you are now and who you want to be later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask those close to you what they think of you, give them the freedom to answer openly and objectively.  Do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; feel hurt if they say something you don't want to hear.  You need to know what kind of person you are if you want to live your best for God.  The easiest way for them to evaluate you is to use the 20 qualities listed in the last post.  If possible, ask some friends from church and out of church.  You'll be able to tell if you're leading a double life that way.  I know all of this seems a bit threatening to you and your ego, but trust me, it will be well worth it in terms of results, and God will be very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some additional questions you can ask yourself.  It's ok if you can't answer all of them, but try to answer as many as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Do more and more people select me as a person to share their lives with?&lt;br /&gt;Do people trust me with confidential information?&lt;br /&gt;Do my relationships with people grow deeper and mroe significant the longer they know me and the closer they get to me?&lt;br /&gt;Or do my friendships grow strained and shallow as people learn to know what I am really like?&lt;br /&gt;Does my circle of friends grow continuously wider and larger (IE: do you make new friends)?&lt;br /&gt;Do an increasing number of people trust and admire me?&lt;br /&gt;Do people recommend me for significant or difficult tasks without fear of me letting them down?&lt;br /&gt;Are there areas in my life where I believe people have false views of me and have misjudged my attitudes or actions?&lt;br /&gt;Why has this happened?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to correct this misperception without appearing to be defensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have difficulty in being objective about the answers to the questions, or in getting started, sit down with a &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; friend and ask him or her to honestly evaluate your answers.  I know this is a threatening task.  It's not easy for us to let down our guard and ask people what they honestly think about us.  But I really encourage you to take the plunge and try this.  I assure you it &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; change your life and how people feel about you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to send me an email or IM about any of the stuff I'm putting on here, please feel free.  My email and MSN are danc922@cox.net and my AIM is DC92287.  If any of you need help with any of this, please do.  Also, my comments won't work, so if you want to comment on anything, you can put it in my guestbook.  Thanks all.  God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108724777481424989?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108724777481424989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108724777481424989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108724777481424989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108724777481424989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108720399054629763</id><published>2004-06-14T03:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T04:06:30.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to start posting a little of what I get from each chapter I read of Measure of a Man.  Basically, it shows how to become a Godly man, but much of this can be applied to women too, so feel free to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the attributes Paul gives Timothy and Titus as a profile for testing themselves (and others) for leadership positions as Christians.  Here's a list of the spiritual qualifications from 1 Tim. 3:1-7 and Titus 1:5-10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Above reproach- &lt;/strong&gt; A person with good reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Husband of one wife- &lt;/strong&gt; Maintains moral purity.  Can also be applied to us younger people in that we maintain sexual purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Temperate- &lt;/strong&gt; Exemplifying moderation and self-constraint in words and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Prudent- &lt;/strong&gt; Being wise and humble in your conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Respectable- &lt;/strong&gt; Serving as a good role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Hospitable- &lt;/strong&gt; Demonstrating unselfishness and generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Able to teach- &lt;/strong&gt; Communicating sensitively in a nonthreatening and nondefensive manner, as well as leveling with your audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Not given to wine- &lt;/strong&gt; Not being addicted to substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Not self-willed- &lt;/strong&gt; Not having a self-centered and controlling personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Not quick-tempered- &lt;/strong&gt; Void of anger that becomes sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Not pugnacious- &lt;/strong&gt; Not an abusive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Uncontentious- &lt;/strong&gt; Nonargumentative and nondivisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Gentle- &lt;/strong&gt; A sensitive, kind, and loving person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Free from the love of money- &lt;/strong&gt; Nonmaterialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. One who manages his household well- &lt;/strong&gt; A good husband and father.  I think this can be applied to us, as well, in that we work well and take lead with our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. A good reputation with those outside the church- &lt;/strong&gt; Being a witness to others outside the church.  Often, we carry the name of "Christian", but to those outside our church, no one would ever know we're Christians by how we act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Love what is good- &lt;/strong&gt; Pursuing Godly activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Just- &lt;/strong&gt; Wise, discerning, unprejudiced, and fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Devout- &lt;/strong&gt; Holy and righteous and living for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Not a new convert- &lt;/strong&gt; Not a new Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are goals for &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; Christian.  Take some time to evaluate your life based on these 20 principles.  How well do you measure up?  As you evaluate your life, be on guard against discouragement.  Take this as an opportunity to become the person God really wants you to become.  Remember, Satan may be looking over your shoulder and whispering in your ear, "You'll never become that kind of person.  You've blown it too badly.  There's no hope for you.  You'll never break out of your old sin patterns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Submit therefore to God.  Resist the devil and he will flee from you.  Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. &lt;strong&gt;James 4:7,8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to God's voice saying, "I love you no matter what you've done, no matter where you are in your spiritual growth, no matter what your feelings.  I am on your side.  I have not rejected you.  I will never leave you nor forsake you.  You are &lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; child.  You &lt;EM&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; live for Me, and I'm here to help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Rage Against the Machine said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has to start somewhere.  It has to start sometime.  What better place than here?  What better time than now?  All hell cant stop us now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108720399054629763?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108720399054629763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108720399054629763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108720399054629763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108720399054629763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-going-to-start-posting-little-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108699535669784834</id><published>2004-06-11T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T18:09:16.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was posted on the CPPA forums.  I thought it was really cool.  And totally true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the many perversions and jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding the attacks on Sept. 11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school . the Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself.. And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they WILL think of you for sending it. Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108699535669784834?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108699535669784834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108699535669784834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108699535669784834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108699535669784834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-was-posted-on-cppa-forums.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108675297075145603</id><published>2004-06-08T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T22:49:30.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such wonderful things surround you! What more is you lookin' for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108675297075145603?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108675297075145603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108675297075145603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108675297075145603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108675297075145603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/such-wonderful-things-surround-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108675027465167041</id><published>2004-06-08T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T22:07:32.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108675027465167041?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108675027465167041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108675027465167041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108675027465167041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108675027465167041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/1-corinthians-134-7-love-is-patient.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108639351700597432</id><published>2004-06-04T18:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T18:58:37.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha!  I love this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vern zol fun dir a blintsa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;And all the goyim say I'm pretty fly for a rabbi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meccha leccha hi, meccha hiney hiney ho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our temple's had a fair share of rabbis in the past &lt;br /&gt;But most of'em were nudniks and none of'em would last &lt;br /&gt;But ournew guy's real kosher, I think he'll do the trick &lt;br /&gt;I tell ya, he's to die for - he really knows his shtick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's by you? Have you seen this Jew? &lt;br /&gt;Reads the Torah, does his own accounting too &lt;br /&gt;Working' like a dog at the synagogue &lt;br /&gt;He's there all day, he's there all day &lt;br /&gt;Just say "Vay is mir!" and he'll kick into gear &lt;br /&gt;He'll bring you lots of cheer and maybe bagels with some shmeer &lt;br /&gt;Just grab your yarmulka and &lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;And all the goyim say I'm pretty fly (for a rabbi) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shops at discount stores, not just any will suffice &lt;br /&gt;He has to find a bargain 'cause he won't pay retail price &lt;br /&gt;He never acts meshugga and he's hardly a schlemiel &lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna haggle, oy, he'll make you such a deal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to scoff, now they say "Mazel tov!" &lt;br /&gt;He's such a macher 'cause he worked his tuchis off &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he keeps his cool and teaches shul &lt;br /&gt;What's not to like? What's not to like? &lt;br /&gt;Oh high holy days, you know he prays and prays &lt;br /&gt;And he never eats pastrami on white break with mayonnaise &lt;br /&gt;Put on your yarmulka and &lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's doing a Bar Mitzvah, now that you shouldn't miss &lt;br /&gt;He'll always shlep on down for a wedding or a briss &lt;br /&gt;They say he's got a lot of chutzpah, he's really quite hhhhhip &lt;br /&gt;The parnets pay the moyl and he gets to keep the tip! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meccha leccha hi, meccha meccha cholly ho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's doin' well, I gotta kvell &lt;br /&gt;The yentas love him, even shicksas think he's swell &lt;br /&gt;Show up at his home, he says, "Shalom!" &lt;br /&gt;And "Have some cake-You want some cake?" &lt;br /&gt;Yeah he calls the shots, we really love him lots &lt;br /&gt;Oy gevalt, I'm so ferklempt that I could plotz! &lt;br /&gt;So grab your yarmulka-- &lt;br /&gt;The one you got for Chanukah-- &lt;br /&gt;Let's put on our yarmulkas and-- &lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108639351700597432?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108639351700597432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108639351700597432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108639351700597432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108639351700597432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/haha-i-love-this-song-vern-zol-fun-dir.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108639350488460845</id><published>2004-06-04T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T18:58:24.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha.  I love this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vern zol fun dir a blintsa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;And all the goyim say I'm pretty fly for a rabbi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meccha leccha hi, meccha hiney hiney ho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our temple's had a fair share of rabbis in the past &lt;br /&gt;But most of'em were nudniks and none of'em would last &lt;br /&gt;But ournew guy's real kosher, I think he'll do the trick &lt;br /&gt;I tell ya, he's to die for - he really knows his shtick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's by you? Have you seen this Jew? &lt;br /&gt;Reads the Torah, does his own accounting too &lt;br /&gt;Working' like a dog at the synagogue &lt;br /&gt;He's there all day, he's there all day &lt;br /&gt;Just say "Vay is mir!" and he'll kick into gear &lt;br /&gt;He'll bring you lots of cheer and maybe bagels with some shmeer &lt;br /&gt;Just grab your yarmulka and &lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;And all the goyim say I'm pretty fly (for a rabbi) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shops at discount stores, not just any will suffice &lt;br /&gt;He has to find a bargain 'cause he won't pay retail price &lt;br /&gt;He never acts meshugga and he's hardly a schlemiel &lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna haggle, oy, he'll make you such a deal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to scoff, now they say "Mazel tov!" &lt;br /&gt;He's such a macher 'cause he worked his tuchis off &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he keeps his cool and teaches shul &lt;br /&gt;What's not to like? What's not to like? &lt;br /&gt;Oh high holy days, you know he prays and prays &lt;br /&gt;And he never eats pastrami on white break with mayonnaise &lt;br /&gt;Put on your yarmulka and &lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's doing a Bar Mitzvah, now that you shouldn't miss &lt;br /&gt;He'll always shlep on down for a wedding or a briss &lt;br /&gt;They say he's got a lot of chutzpah, he's really quite hhhhhip &lt;br /&gt;The parnets pay the moyl and he gets to keep the tip! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;(How ya doin', Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meccha leccha hi, meccha meccha cholly ho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's doin' well, I gotta kvell &lt;br /&gt;The yentas love him, even shicksas think he's swell &lt;br /&gt;Show up at his home, he says, "Shalom!" &lt;br /&gt;And "Have some cake-You want some cake?" &lt;br /&gt;Yeah he calls the shots, we really love him lots &lt;br /&gt;Oy gevalt, I'm so ferklempt that I could plotz! &lt;br /&gt;So grab your yarmulka-- &lt;br /&gt;The one you got for Chanukah-- &lt;br /&gt;Let's put on our yarmulkas and-- &lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108639350488460845?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108639350488460845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108639350488460845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108639350488460845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108639350488460845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108631738301037741</id><published>2004-06-03T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T21:49:43.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*  Sooooo bored.  Emily randomly decided to spend the night at her friend Mandy's, so I feel kinda empty without her now.  Hum.  She's goin to Mandy's college with her tomorrow, so I get to not talk to her even more.  :/  Well, I REALLLLLY hope we can see each other Saturday.  I have SUCH a great time with her.  You're great baby.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108631738301037741?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108631738301037741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108631738301037741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108631738301037741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108631738301037741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/sigh-sooooo-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108623808187644599</id><published>2004-06-02T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:49:47.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just thought I would post this from Emily's info so it's put somewhere to not be forgotten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it will go away all at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is EXACTLY right.  God blessed me with this girl that I care so much about it actually makes me cry.  Not tears of sadness....  But tears of intense joy and thankfulness.  My sleeves are all wet now...  It may seem unmanly or whatever to cry, but when you really care about something this much, everything else kind of takes a backseat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago I asked God to give me a girl to be with.  All I wanted was someone to be close to.  God gave me that and SO much more.  God gave me a beautiful, smart, loving, caring, sweet, fun, exciting, funny, AWESOME girl.  I can't thank God enough for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16, and Emily is the first girl I've ever really dated.  I know a lot of you that read this may be wishing that you had that awesome, special someone to be with.  Well, I'll tell you now.  When God thinks you are ready, you will have the chance.  Before this year (as in 2004), I was not ready.  I had some very hard stuff I had to get over.  I had to mature and change my outlook on things.  Most of all, I had to develop a personal relationship with God.  So those of you who are worrying that you should be dating, just hold on.  You don't need to be dating a ton of random people.  That doesn't seem to work too well.  Just be a GOOD person for Christ and people WILL notice.  Most of all, the people that are good for YOU will notice.  Don't be afraid to be friends with people of the opposite sex.  In my opinion, that is the very best way to get to know someone before you decide to date them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, "God works for the good of those who love Him."  Serve God with all your being, no matter how hard it is.  I WILL pay off.  Not only here, but in eternity.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108623808187644599?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108623808187644599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108623808187644599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108623808187644599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108623808187644599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/just-thought-i-would-post-this-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108622724628889211</id><published>2004-06-02T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T20:47:26.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!  I have comments now too!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108622724628889211?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108622724628889211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108622724628889211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108622724628889211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108622724628889211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/yay-i-have-comments-now-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108606667656244634</id><published>2004-06-01T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T00:11:29.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every time our eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;This feeling inside me&lt;br /&gt;Is almost more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;Baby when you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel how much you love me&lt;br /&gt;And it just blows me away&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this close to anyone or anything&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I can see your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm amazed by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;The way you whisper in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Your hair all around me&lt;br /&gt;Baby you surround me&lt;br /&gt;You touch every place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh it feels like the first time every time&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the whole night in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm amazed by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Oh, every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm amazed by you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108606667656244634?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108606667656244634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108606667656244634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108606667656244634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108606667656244634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/06/every-time-our-eyes-meet-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108606335973189273</id><published>2004-05-31T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T23:15:59.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name: Dan&lt;br /&gt;birthdate: 09/22/87&lt;br /&gt;birthplace: Wichita, Kansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current location: Wichita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye color: green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair color: blonde&lt;br /&gt;height: 5' 10" or so&lt;br /&gt;righty or lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heritage: no idea...&lt;br /&gt;shoes you wore today: hmmm...  my new Vans and my old shoes for lawn mowing&lt;br /&gt;your weakness: looking into the eyes of that special, beautiful someone&lt;br /&gt;your fears: being alone&lt;br /&gt;your perfect pizza: Little Caesar's!&lt;br /&gt;goal you'd like to achive: marry a great woman and have a family and job I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your most over-used phrase on aim: "lol" and "heh"&lt;br /&gt;you first thoughts waking up: Either "Emily!" or "sleep..."&lt;br /&gt;your bedtime: I try to be in bed by 5  ;)&lt;br /&gt;your most missed memory: I'm living the best time of my life right now.  Nothing has been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pepsi or coke: PEPSI! &lt;br /&gt;mcdonald's or burger king: Burger King fries and McD's chicken or fish sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;single or group dates: single&lt;br /&gt;adias or nike: I have both and like both&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Both are good.&lt;br /&gt;chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;cappuccino or coffee: Hmmmm...  Probably cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoke: no&lt;br /&gt;cuss: try not to&lt;br /&gt;have a crush(es): more than a crush&lt;br /&gt;want to go to college: yes&lt;br /&gt;like highschool: for the most part&lt;br /&gt;want to get married: yep&lt;br /&gt;believe in yourself: usually&lt;br /&gt;get motion sickness: never have&lt;br /&gt;think you're attractive: don't know...&lt;br /&gt;think you are a health freak: no&lt;br /&gt;get along with your parents: usually&lt;br /&gt;like thunderstorms: as long as they don't keep me awake when I need sleep they're fine&lt;br /&gt;play an instrument: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six : In the past month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank alcohol: no&lt;br /&gt;smoked: no&lt;br /&gt;done a drug: no&lt;br /&gt;gone on a date: yes&lt;br /&gt;gone to the mall: no&lt;br /&gt;eaten an entire box of oreos: no&lt;br /&gt;eaten sushi: no&lt;br /&gt;been on stage: if you count the last tourny's award ceremony, yes&lt;br /&gt;been dumped: no&lt;br /&gt;gone skating: no&lt;br /&gt;made homemade cookies: no&lt;br /&gt;gone skinny dipping: no&lt;br /&gt;dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;stolen aything: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven: Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a game that required the removal of clothing: no&lt;br /&gt;been trashed or extreemly intoxicated: no&lt;br /&gt;gotten beaten up: no&lt;br /&gt;shoplifted: no&lt;br /&gt;changed who you were to fit in: sort of I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age you hope to be married: between 19 and 25&lt;br /&gt;numbers and names of childern: 2-4 kids... names, who knows&lt;br /&gt;wedding: what about it?&lt;br /&gt;where do you want to go to college: no idea&lt;br /&gt;what do you want to be when you grow up: no idea&lt;br /&gt;what country would you most like to go to: italy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine: in a girl....&lt;br /&gt;best eye color: something i can stare into for long periods of time...&lt;br /&gt;best hair color: don't care&lt;br /&gt;short or long hair: at least medium&lt;br /&gt;height: not taller than me&lt;br /&gt;best articles of clothing: modest clothes&lt;br /&gt;best first kiss location: On the couch in Emily's basement  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number of people i could trust with my life: 5 or less&lt;br /&gt;number of cds i own: 20 or so...&lt;br /&gt;number of piercings: none&lt;br /&gt;number of tatoos: none&lt;br /&gt;number of scars on my body: plenty...  idk&lt;br /&gt;number of things in my past that i regret: just one, but it's fine now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108606335973189273?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108606335973189273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108606335973189273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108606335973189273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108606335973189273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/05/one-name-dan-birthdate-092287.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108581211751268855</id><published>2004-05-29T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T01:28:37.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had an AWESOME night tonight.  Emily invited me to come along with her family to her mom's birthday dinner.  We went to Martini's Steakhouse.  That place was really expensive.  Pretty good food, though.  On the way to what I thought was home, Mrs. Silver said we were going to their house so Emi and I could spend some time together.  AWESOME!  :D  We messed around for a little bit then went down and watched Ice Age.  AAAAnnnnddd...  Had our first kiss.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they also invited me to come along tomorrow to a baseball game they got tickets to.  That'll be fun!  :)  And Sunday I have the last team practice we're all gonna be able to make before the June 20th tourny.  Grrrr...  David and Ryan are gonna be gone too much.  Oh well...  And I'm also probably going to be going to dinner with my family Sunday for my sister's birthday.  Fun packed weekend, despite missing the CPPA National Gathering.  Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  On a more serious note.  I want ANYONE who reads this to give Emily's family some serious prayer, specifically her sister Rebecca.  There's something really wrong, but Emily can't tell me what.  She really needs some prayer, so we'd all appreciate it if you could all throw one up when you read this and whenever you think of it.  Thanks much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108581211751268855?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108581211751268855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108581211751268855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108581211751268855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108581211751268855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-had-awesome-night-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108552062629788890</id><published>2004-05-25T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T16:30:26.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo!  We're in 4th out of 34 teams!  Go us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUNG GUNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Threeve - 244pts&lt;br /&gt;2. Moving Targets - 236pts&lt;br /&gt;3. Revolution - 234pts&lt;br /&gt;4. Defect - 226pts&lt;br /&gt;5. Hokahey - 214pts&lt;br /&gt;6. McPherson Bull Pups - 210pts&lt;br /&gt;6. Bad Intentions - 210pts&lt;br /&gt;7. Insult - 202pts&lt;br /&gt;8. Craze - 200pts&lt;br /&gt;9. Rush - 188pts&lt;br /&gt;10. Adrenaline YG - 177pts&lt;br /&gt;11. Syndicate YG - 150pts&lt;br /&gt;11. Dark Inferno - 150pts&lt;br /&gt;12. Aftermath - 146pts&lt;br /&gt;13. SCOT - 142pts&lt;br /&gt;14. Assassination - 138pts&lt;br /&gt;15. Extreme Velocity - 100pts&lt;br /&gt;15. Graffiti Kids - 100pts&lt;br /&gt;16. Urban Assault - 80pts&lt;br /&gt;17. Three Amigos - 76pts&lt;br /&gt;18. SOTB - 72pts&lt;br /&gt;19. Kill Joy - 68pts&lt;br /&gt;20. Karnivorz - 64pts&lt;br /&gt;21. Voodoo - 50pts&lt;br /&gt;21. Midnight Strikers - 50pts&lt;br /&gt;21. Bumble Bees - 50pts&lt;br /&gt;21. Bunker Dogs - 50pts&lt;br /&gt;21. Outlaws - 50pts&lt;br /&gt;21. Spyder Boyz - 50pts&lt;br /&gt;21. The Short Bus Riders - 50pts&lt;br /&gt;21. Paintball Mafia - 50pts&lt;br /&gt;21. Toxic - 50pts&lt;br /&gt;21. Wild Boys - 50pts&lt;br /&gt;21. The Flying Mushrooms - 50pts&lt;br /&gt;21. Omega 27 - 50pts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108552062629788890?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108552062629788890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108552062629788890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108552062629788890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108552062629788890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/05/woohoo-were-in-4th-out-of-34-teams-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108459148383375780</id><published>2004-05-14T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T22:24:43.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I think I'll tell you all a story about how Mrs. Cunningham freaks out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing the Red Badge of Courage in English.  We have a booklet thing with questions we have to answer about the chapters we're assigned for the week.  Well, one of the questions for Monday was something like "How did Henry (or whatever his name is) become a man from this?"  Or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before English, David and I were screwing around and he added "and because he had a Barmitzfah" and me "and because he had a sex change" to the right answers we had.  Well, David told me Thursday that she was mad at us.  She didn't give us our booklets back today when she handed out the rest.  Both of us went to her later to get them back so we could do the last part for Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, turns out she is giving us both a 0/20 for it.  For just one answer, even though we had the right answer.  She said, "Putting that answer was like giving me the finger."  Uh yeah...  Apparently, she can't take a joke for what it is...  A joke.  I don't know WHY she felt she needed to take it personally.  It's not like I was dissing her.  Oh, and she also called our parents.  My mom didn't really care and just told me not to do it again, and I doubt David's will care either.  Mrs. C kinda needs to chill a little...  AND LEARN TO TAKE A JOKE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108459148383375780?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108459148383375780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108459148383375780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108459148383375780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108459148383375780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-i-think-ill-tell-you-all-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108411572637286111</id><published>2004-05-09T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T10:19:57.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!  My dad finally took me driving this morning.  His car is soooo much easier to drive than that old van I had to drive for driver's ed.  I didn't have any problems at all.  My dad will probably go with me to drive to school for the rest of the year.  I NEED to get those hours in before school ends.  I gotsta see my Emi!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108411572637286111?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108411572637286111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108411572637286111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108411572637286111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108411572637286111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/05/yay-my-dad-finally-took-me-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108408364208828566</id><published>2004-05-09T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T01:25:12.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had an AWESOME time tonight!  I FINALLY got to spend time alone with Emily.  We watched Never Been Kissed together.  Not too bad...  I didn't cry...  Or see why I would, but it was still pretty good.  :P  I like spending time with Emi so much!  I'm glad we can start doing it more now.  You're great baby!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108408364208828566?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108408364208828566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108408364208828566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108408364208828566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108408364208828566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-had-awesome-time-tonight-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108404169627293432</id><published>2004-05-08T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T13:46:05.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday was AWESOME.  We had Field Day and it was loads of fun.  Bekah and I went canoeing and we capsized the canoe.  That was fun!  :P  Then we went and started hugging Emi a ton when we were all wet.  :D  I got to spend lots of time with Emily, which is AWESOME, because I haven't been able to in forever.  Those pesky teachers trying to keep us apart...  Grrrr...   I also played some games of poker with my friends, but I spent most of the day with Emi.  I'm glad we're ok now.  I was freaking out Wednesday and Thursday cuz I had no idea what was going on.  But oh well, we're great now, so I'm happy!  :D  I'm probably gonna be goin to Emily's tonight at like 7 or so.  We haven't been alone in SO LONG!  We can finally be together without teachers or Neil nagging on us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I might actually be able to start getting some driving hours in.  We're going driving tomorrow.  He said if I don't scare the crap out of him like my sister he'll start going with me to drive to school.  FINALLY!  Now I just need to drive a TON so I can do it by summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's all for now.  Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108404169627293432?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108404169627293432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108404169627293432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108404169627293432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108404169627293432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-yesterday-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108348585759431124</id><published>2004-05-02T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T03:21:58.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just sitting here looking at your pictures thinking how blessed I am to have you Emily.  I know we can't see each other as much now, but don't let that interfere with us.  It's hard to find a girl like you these days.  Don't ever change babe.  You're an awesome girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108348585759431124?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108348585759431124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108348585759431124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108348585759431124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108348585759431124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/05/just-sitting-here-looking-at-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108218216629587204</id><published>2004-04-17T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T01:13:26.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The moment you feel like giving up, just remember all the reasons why you held on so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108218216629587204?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108218216629587204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108218216629587204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108218216629587204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108218216629587204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/moment-you-feel-like-giving-up-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108218201540086973</id><published>2004-04-17T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T01:10:55.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed this one a bit cuz I'm not gay.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine girls open my eyes, smart girls open my mind, funny girls open my smile, but only a special girl can open my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108218201540086973?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108218201540086973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108218201540086973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108218201540086973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108218201540086973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-changed-this-one-bit-cuz-im-not-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108218191539583402</id><published>2004-04-17T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T01:09:15.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For you Emi:  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes u gotta take some chances, &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes u gotta risk loosing it all,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes u gotta close your eyez *N* leap,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it just might be worth tha fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108218191539583402?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108218191539583402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108218191539583402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108218191539583402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108218191539583402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/for-you-emi-sometimes-u-gotta-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108218169155476233</id><published>2004-04-17T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T01:05:31.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm probably just gonna post a ton of cool quotes.  :)  It's 1 and NO ONE IS ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl asked a boy if he liked her..he said no she asked him if he would cry if she walked away he said no she asked him if he wanted to be with her forever he said no then she said I've heard enough i need to leave and as she started to walk away he grabed her arm and said i dont like you i love you i wouldnt cry if you walked away i would die if you walked away and i dont want to be with you forever i need to be with you forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108218169155476233?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108218169155476233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108218169155476233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108218169155476233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108218169155476233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-probably-just-gonna-post-ton-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108218151643861932</id><published>2004-04-17T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T01:03:19.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking through people's profile's and found a looong with with lotsa quotes and such.  Here's a good one, just for you Emi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect… &lt;br /&gt;…Because everything you do &lt;br /&gt;Makes me smile &lt;br /&gt;…Because every second spent with you &lt;br /&gt;Is worth while &lt;br /&gt;…Because when you laugh at me &lt;br /&gt;I laugh too &lt;br /&gt;…Because everyone else can see &lt;br /&gt;That I’m devoted to you &lt;br /&gt;…Because I love your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And the way they shine &lt;br /&gt;…Because you don’t tell lies &lt;br /&gt;And you’re so cute when you whine &lt;br /&gt;…Because when you get mad &lt;br /&gt;You can’t hide it &lt;br /&gt;…Because even when you’re sad &lt;br /&gt;I can find it &lt;br /&gt;…Because the way you hold me &lt;br /&gt;Sends shivers down my spine &lt;br /&gt;…Because your spirits so free &lt;br /&gt;And you’re so fine&lt;br /&gt;…Because I never stop thinking about you &lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair &lt;br /&gt;…Because you’re just perfect &lt;br /&gt;And no one else can compare…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.  Even though I didn't write it, I mean every word of it.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108218151643861932?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108218151643861932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108218151643861932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108218151643861932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108218151643861932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/looking-through-peoples-profiles-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108216980003394366</id><published>2004-04-16T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:47:19.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Beats head on wall repeatedly* STUPID STUPID STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;BAD DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*... OK. First of all, let's get a few facts straight. My girlfriend, Emily, is 15 and has a restricted license. I usually go to the YMCA after school with David. The other person we go with, Jon's dad is a CSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago, Emily and I had to talk about stuff, and David was leaving, so she said she'd take me. Well, the Y is in the opposite direction from her house, so we shouldn't have been doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we left right after David, and the stupidity struck... David was screwing around on the highway and not letting us pass. There was no one on the highway, but it was still stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Today Emily left right before us and decided to get David back. She was messing around and wouldn't let us pass. Well... A van pulled up beside her. We were behind it and could see the guy and his wife waving and pointing at Emily, so we're like, crap, we're stupid and this is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily called us once we got off the highway and told us the guy had a police badge... Well, guess what? The guy was a CSI and recognized Jon because he works with Jon's dad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon's mom called David's, Emily's, and my parents. David and Emily's weren't home, so both of them have told them on their own. Well, I got off the phone with Emily right before her parents got home. I'm really worried about her. Her parents are really strict. Yeah, she deserves a punishment, but I know her parents give big ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah... Emily is gonna be in so much trouble...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108216980003394366?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108216980003394366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108216980003394366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108216980003394366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108216980003394366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/beats-head-on-wall-repeatedly-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108153107589452001</id><published>2004-04-09T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T12:21:45.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't posted in forever.  My life is incredibly dull.  Lucky for me I have Emily!  :D  Well, I REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY hope we can get together this weekend (preferably today).  Well, I don't really have anything new...  I had a Physics, Spanish, and Algebra test this week.  That sucked.  Grrrr....  I miss you Emily.  I really wanna see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108153107589452001?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108153107589452001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108153107589452001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108153107589452001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108153107589452001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-i-havent-posted-in-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108146805330794744</id><published>2004-04-08T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T18:51:21.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!  Woohoo!  Emily's internet is working again!  Yayyyyy!!!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108146805330794744?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108146805330794744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108146805330794744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108146805330794744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108146805330794744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/yay-woohoo-emilys-internet-is-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108139272787483884</id><published>2004-04-07T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T21:55:54.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha.  Funny Saddam pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.worth1000.com/cache/contest/contestcache.asp?contest_id=819&amp;display=photoshop#entries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108139272787483884?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108139272787483884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108139272787483884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108139272787483884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108139272787483884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108139247420758842</id><published>2004-04-07T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T21:51:41.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you an idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pagetutor.com/idiot/idiot.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108139247420758842?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108139247420758842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108139247420758842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108139247420758842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108139247420758842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/are-you-idiot-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108139230923553787</id><published>2004-04-07T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T21:48:56.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spank the monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ebaumsworld.com/spankmonkey.shtml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108139230923553787?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108139230923553787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108139230923553787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108139230923553787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108139230923553787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/spank-monkey-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108103776220776337</id><published>2004-04-03T18:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T18:19:44.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!  I got back from the tournament about an hour ago.  It was MUCH better than the first one, which was awesome anyway.  We ended up making the top two in our bracket, so we got to move on to finals!  :D  We didn't do too well then, though.  We were all really tired, especcially me.  Next time I'll be getting more than 2 or 3 hours of sleep.  Adrenaline keeps you going, but there's a point where it can't help anymore.  Anyway, we actually managed to place 5th overall in Young Gunz this time.  :)  We won some Warped Sportz shirts for it.  The tournament was awesome though.  They had a totally rearranged hyperball field that we played on.  That was a tough field to play.  It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really hope Emily's internet is working.  I really want to talk to her tonight.  :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108103776220776337?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108103776220776337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108103776220776337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108103776220776337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108103776220776337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/hey-i-got-back-from-tournament-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108097670832553945</id><published>2004-04-03T01:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T01:22:09.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Sigh*  Can't stop thinking about Emily all night long...  I feel so blessed to have someone like Emi.  I really hope we last a really long time.  That would make my life so amazingly awesome.  I know I have Emily to go to no matter what life throws at me.  Don't go away Ems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108097670832553945?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108097670832553945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108097670832553945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108097670832553945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108097670832553945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/sigh-cant-stop-thinking-about-emily.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108097103422302542</id><published>2004-04-02T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T23:47:34.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  I suck at keeping my blog updated!  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL!  Let's see...  Yesterday was awesome!  Me, Emily, Bekah, Robby, and David went to see Hidalgo after school got out at noon.  We went to McDonalds first, and there were a TON of people from TA there.  That was weird.  We then went to Hidalgo.  The movie was pretty good, but Emily, as usual, you're AWESOME.  I had SOOO much fun with you.  I can't wait to do stuff with you every day.  You rock Emi.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...  After working out, I went and picked up a drop-forward for my gun from the pro-shop.  I got a CP drop and it looks and works great with my gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 10 minutes after I got home Emily called and asked if I wanted to go to All-Star with them.  Heck yeah.  NO way I'm turning down time with mah Emi.  :)  I had like 30-40 minutes to get ready and Bekah and Emily came to pick me up.  We went back to Bek's and picked up Robby and went to All-Star.  That was lotsa fun.  We did miniature golf and go-kart racing.  Heh, the racing was cheap.  I had no chance cuz my car was insanely slow.  After that, we decided to go to Bekah's.  We played some card game for a bit and watch Anastasia and then stopped the game and watched the movie.  Awesome time Emily...  Awesome time.  I REALLY enjoy being with you.  I can't wait til next time.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have my second tournament tomorrow.  I hope we do well.  Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108097103422302542?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108097103422302542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108097103422302542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108097103422302542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108097103422302542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/04/hey-everyone-i-suck-at-keeping-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108061936684239862</id><published>2004-03-29T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T22:06:22.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EMI RULES THE MOST MOSTEST!  HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108061936684239862?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108061936684239862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108061936684239862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108061936684239862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108061936684239862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/emi-rules-most-mostest-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108061918998005954</id><published>2004-03-29T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T22:03:25.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EMILY RULES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108061918998005954?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108061918998005954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108061918998005954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108061918998005954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108061918998005954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/emily-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108053530587710423</id><published>2004-03-28T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T22:45:19.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't updated since Thursday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a GREAT time with Emily yesterday.  I went over to her house and we watched Dickie Roberts together.  It was pretty funny.  "That's nuckin futs."  LOL.  Yep, but of course spending close time with Emi is the best part.  Any time I can do that is a good time.  :)  Oh, and Emi decided she wanted to make it "official" for us to be going out now, so YAY!  You rock Ems.  I feel so lucky to have someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school starts tomorrow.  School sucks.  I can't wait for summer.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108053530587710423?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108053530587710423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108053530587710423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108053530587710423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108053530587710423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/wow-i-havent-updated-since-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108024888146599473</id><published>2004-03-25T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T15:11:30.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all.  Man, I've been so busy having fun I haven't been posting in my blog much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...  Bekah called yesterday at about 12:30 when I was still in bed.  She told me she'd be at my house in 25 minutes.  lol  Welllll....  I got up and got around as quick as possible.  She had Emi with her and we went back to Bekah's house.  We watched the Disney Hercules movie.  That was fun.  lol.  I'd never seen it before.  Of course it was awesome because Emily was there.  :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bekah decided she really wanted to play some video games, so we went to my house and got a PS2.  We went back to Bekah's house, but her TV was too darn complicated (get a normal TV!), so we decided to just go to Emily's to do it.  Wellll...  It turned out the PS2 I had was broken.  Wonderful.  So we went back to my house, using Emily's car by the way.  lol.  I don't know why, but Bekah wanted to drive it.  Anyway, I got the PS2 and we went back to Emily's and played NASCAR, Gran Turismo, and Timesplitters.  Heh, Timesplitters was fun.  Emily and I were on a team (Robby came too) and Robby with Bekah.  lol.  Emily and I kept killing each other and we both got the Betrayer award.  haha.  We rock.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have soooo much fun with you Emily.  You're totally awesome.  I would honestly be with you over pretty much anyone.  You are totally worth waiting for.  I have so much fun with you.  I wish we could spend more time together.  You're awesome Emily, and I feel blessed to have someone like you.  Don't forget that.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108024888146599473?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108024888146599473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108024888146599473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108024888146599473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108024888146599473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-108010403560427954</id><published>2004-03-23T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T22:57:22.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, I'm not gonna talk about last night.  Sorry.  It's done and over and BETTER not happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welllll....  I went to Emily's house tonight with Bekah and Robby.  *sigh*  It just gets better and better every time we're together and I finally know she really does like me.  It's a great feeling.  Yep.  We watched Anger Management tonight.  I love that movie.  Spending time with Ems is the best though.  :D  Every time it's over I just can't wait for the next time we can meet.  I wish it were summer and I had a car.  Wish I could see her every day, but I can't.  Hopefully the feeling will last.  :)  Cuz if it does, then I CAN see her every day.  :D  Anyway...  Getting a bit ahead of myself here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hmmmm...  Hopefully I can see Emi tomorrow.  I might have to kidnap her from her dad, but oh well.  It'll be fun either way.  :P  I think that's all for now.  See ya all later!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-108010403560427954?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/108010403560427954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=108010403560427954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108010403560427954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/108010403560427954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok-im-not-gonna-talk-about-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107993364139790557</id><published>2004-03-21T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:37:25.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a very eventful day.  I went paintballing with Robby and Bekah came to watch.  Miles and Scott were there and we kicked major arse together.  We were consistently winning games against teams with like twice as many people.  It was great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Emily is really sick.  Don't know what's wrong with her.  :_(  Hopefully she'll go to the doctor tomorrow.  I tried to get Ems to let me come over to cheer her up, but she didn't want me or Bekah to come because she thought she looked horrible.  Anyway, when we were at the field, I thought it'd be nice to have Bekah take me to get some flowers and a card and take it to her.  I was just going to drop em off for her, but Bekah wouldn't do that.  :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to Bekah's after paintballing and stood around for a while and ate some.  Bekah was going to have to go to Bible study and we'd go later, but on the way to take me home, someone called her and told her her dad canceled it.  Yay!  So, we went to Wal-Mart and I got Emily some flowers and a card.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to her house and Bekah went all crazy on the door, but Ems didn't wanna let us in.  Bekah told Rebecca she'd give her a Tootsie Pop if she let us in.  And she did!  lol  Emily decided to let us stay, so we watched Monsters Inc.  Funny movie.  Emily fell asleep on me, but I didn't even know until she jerked awake when the movie got really loud.  : /  It was a good night.  I'm glad she let us in because she was having a REALLY bad day.  She seemed to be a lot better afterwards.  I'm glad we could help.  :D  Get better soon Ems!  We need to do some more stuff.  Luv ya!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107993364139790557?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107993364139790557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107993364139790557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107993364139790557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107993364139790557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-was-very-eventful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107976143226512736</id><published>2004-03-19T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T23:47:13.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight was great!  I had an awesome time at Emily's.  Bekah dropped me off at her house at about 1:30, then she went to her horse barn.  Ems and I were alone for like three hours or so.  That was great.  We watched Spiderman and Chicken Run.  Bekah came back to Emily's house about halfway through the second movie.  We finished it and went down to the basement and played some Playstation and then went and got some food from Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games for a little while longer until Robby got there at about 6:30 then we went back upstairs and all watched Rat Race.  All the movies we watched were pretty good, but it was the time spent with Emily that was the best.  :D  I can't wait to do it again!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I hope you feel better soon Ems!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107976143226512736?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107976143226512736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107976143226512736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107976143226512736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107976143226512736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/tonight-was-great-i-had-awesome-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107968389196961158</id><published>2004-03-19T02:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T02:14:52.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I had two very nice, long, meaningful conversations tonight.  One was with Bekah about Emily and some other stuff and the other with a really cool guy I met in the CPPA chat tonight.  One of the best nights I've had in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm at Ryan's tonight and will be at Emily's tomorrow!  Yay!  Plus, it worked out that Emily and I get some time alone.  That'll be nice.  I can't wait Emily.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107968389196961158?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107968389196961158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107968389196961158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107968389196961158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107968389196961158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-i-had-two-very-nice-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107966085303728062</id><published>2004-03-18T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:50:52.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took EMode's big personality test now.  It's at www.web.tickle.com/personality.  Here's what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan, you're an Observer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means you're one of the more kind-hearted people around. You are unusually intuitive, and you probably understand yourself, as well as others. That also means you're a good mediator — though you may prefer to spend more quiet time on your own than most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the self-knowledge you already possess, you are better equipped than many to steer your life in the right direction. Understanding more about the components of your personality will reveal unique information that even people like you might not realize. And the better you know yourself, the more confident you'll be making decisions that affect your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107966085303728062?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107966085303728062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107966085303728062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107966085303728062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107966085303728062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-took-emodes-big-personality-test-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107965998501305618</id><published>2004-03-18T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:36:24.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, I'm bored cuz Ems left, so I took this "What's your true talent" test thing on EMode. Here's what it said, and it was totally right.  Even though I knew this about myself...  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan, your true talent is spatial ability &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ability to visualize objects in three-dimensional space gives you a unique view of the world. Because of this talent, you are much better than most people at imagining new designs including floor plans, page layouts, and three dimensional objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we know that's your true talent? While you were taking the test, we calculated your responses to each test question and rated your skills in 5 areas. You scored highest on spatial ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like you are usually great when it comes to putting together assemble-it-yourself furniture or other household items — whether the items arrive with instructions or not. Your spatial skills also help you understand the finer points of how things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107965998501305618?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107965998501305618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107965998501305618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107965998501305618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107965998501305618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/heh-im-bored-cuz-ems-left-so-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107932475024104944</id><published>2004-03-14T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T22:29:04.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this song in my head and looked up the lyrics.  They're oh-so-true and everyone knows what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godsmack-Faceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me with everything &lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without your animosity &lt;br /&gt;I'll even sleep better at night...at night &lt;br /&gt;I won't believe in you &lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of everything you put me through &lt;br /&gt;Now everything feels alright...alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so betrayed...mistaken &lt;br /&gt;I create another day &lt;br /&gt;You'll be gone tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Lie to me.. you're faceless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made me out to be &lt;br /&gt;Responsible for your self-inflicted misery &lt;br /&gt;And never felt like this before...before &lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised to see &lt;br /&gt;That I have nothing left for you to bleed &lt;br /&gt;When you come crawling back for more...for more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so betrayed...mistaken &lt;br /&gt;I create another day &lt;br /&gt;You'll be gone tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Lie to me...you're faceless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I create another day &lt;br /&gt;You'll be gone tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Lie to me...you're faceless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I create another day &lt;br /&gt;You'll be gone tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Lie to me...you're faceless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I create another day &lt;br /&gt;You'll be gone tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Lie to me...you're faceless &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107932475024104944?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107932475024104944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107932475024104944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107932475024104944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107932475024104944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-got-this-song-in-my-head-and-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107931167402207299</id><published>2004-03-14T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:07:24.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK...  I am REALLY pissed off now.  After all I did for Taryn, I get this.  I knew she'd been telling crap to Ryan, so I asked him about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mongoosepballer: ya, she was saying you were really obsesive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, sure, if calling her once in the morning to encourage her to go school (and not even close to every day) and once at night to talk to her is obsessive, call me obsessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mongoosepballer: i dunno, she said like you kissed her and then she told you to "never do that again or i'll slap you" and how she hated it and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a load of CRAP.  First of all, I was nice enough to ASK her.  She smiled and said yes and I kissed her on the cheek for a nice end to what I thought was a fun night.  Well, at least I thought it was fun.  I guess I was alone.  If she didn't want to let me kiss her, she could have politely said, "No thanks" and I would have been fine.  But, noooo....  She had to make up this crap and tell everyone she knows.  Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mongoosepballer: she said that after homecoming she told you she hated you and didnt want any part with you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange I don't remember that happening...  I guess I just plain don't remember when my friends (or so I thought) tell me they hate me.  The only thing that happened after homecoming was both of us agreeing to be friends.  Sorry, but I don't think that has anything to do with what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So isn't this all just GREAT?  After all I did for her I get this.  I spent countless hours keeping her from wallowing in the pits of depression.  I was there for her when she was feeling her worst.  I even took late grades on several assignments because I was talking to her late at night trying to help.  Well, I guess she just doesn't appreciate it when someone's doing the right thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, she can go off and forget about me because she doesn't want to admit I am the right one, but going and trying to destroy my friendships with no less than four friends is going over the line.  I don't know what her problem is, but she needs to shape up.  I'm really pissed off right now, but the past several months my life has been turned around.  I lead my life as a life of love, not anger and hate.  I can forgive people who have done me wrong.  And I am forgiving Taryn because I know she has a lot of problems right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Taryn reads this, I want you to know that I'm sorry for your pain and troubles, but there's no reason for you to take it out on me, the only person who really cared and was there for you anytime you needed me.  And, Taryn, I'm still here.  If you want to change and think you can listen to advice, you have my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone else that reads my blog, please take what I've said into mind.  I know you may be inclined to listen to Taryn over me because I may not be your friend, but please take this to heart.  I am not an obsessive, non-listening, stalking, non-caring guy.  I am the exact opposite.  Ask my real friends.  They'll tell you how I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107931167402207299?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107931167402207299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107931167402207299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107931167402207299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107931167402207299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107929341278879984</id><published>2004-03-14T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T13:46:46.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe.  This is kinda funny.  (Don't take any offense ladies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Handgun is Better Than a Woman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy a silencer for a handgun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can trade a .44 for two .22's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have a handgun at home and another for the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you admire a friend's handgun and tell him so, he will be impressed and let you try a few rounds with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your primary handgun doesn't mind if you have a backup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your handgun will stay with you even if you are out of ammo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A handgun doesn't take up a lot of closet space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handguns function normally every day of the month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A handgun won't ask, "Do these grips make me look fat?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A handgun does not mind if you go to sleep after you're done using it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have more than one handgun living in the same house without having problems. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107929341278879984?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107929341278879984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107929341278879984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107929341278879984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107929341278879984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107924911805070714</id><published>2004-03-14T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T01:29:01.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good news tonight.  Oh yes, good news indeed.  I can't wait for spring break.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107924911805070714?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107924911805070714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107924911805070714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107924911805070714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107924911805070714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/good-news-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107924292437660699</id><published>2004-03-13T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T23:45:17.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally went to the play tonight, and I have to say, it was awesome.  They did a really great job.  (Good job Emily, even if your part was small. ;) )  Jacie did a good job too, because I know she'll probably read this.  :P  Bekah almost didn't come too.  Luckily she shaped up and decided to.  Wouldn't wanna disappoint Ems would ya?  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107924292437660699?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107924292437660699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107924292437660699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107924292437660699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107924292437660699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-finally-went-to-play-tonight-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107915564181555914</id><published>2004-03-12T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T23:30:33.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had fun again tonight!  Woohoo.  I went to the Shockers baseball game with Bekah and Robby.  LOL, the other team sucked.  It ended at 18 to 2.  Too bad Ems couldn't be there.  I'm sure she would have made it REALLY fun, plus, I know likes baseball now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107915564181555914?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107915564181555914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107915564181555914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107915564181555914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107915564181555914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-had-fun-again-tonight-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107905982451261912</id><published>2004-03-11T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T20:53:34.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I went with Bekah and Robby to the Pro-Shop so Robby could get his new gun.  He got a 98C and 16 oz tank.  I asked Trevor about my gun.  He said it was probably the sear, so I stuck Robby's sear in mine and it worked fine.  I think I'll ask Tippmann to send me a new sear when I get my new shells.  I want a working gun!  Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be going with Bekah and a couple of her friends to the Shocker baseball game tomorrow.  That should be fun.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107905982451261912?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107905982451261912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107905982451261912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107905982451261912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107905982451261912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-i-went-with-bekah-and-robby-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107898375432802310</id><published>2004-03-10T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T23:48:11.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh ooh!  Forgot it in my post!  Pictures are up on our site.  Click on the link on the left and enjoy!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107898375432802310?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107898375432802310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107898375432802310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107898375432802310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107898375432802310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/ooh-ooh-forgot-it-in-my-post-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107898334814168774</id><published>2004-03-10T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T23:38:57.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm...  Nothing too special going on now.  That Greg Speck guy that was here for Spiritual Emphasis was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah...  And some, uh, "lady friend" problems.  All I have to say is, don't worry about it.  It'll work out how it's supposed to be and I'll be happy either way.  You know who you are.  Just don't let anyone pressure you.  You know they care about you.  If they didn't, they wouldn't be trying to help.  Trust your own heart and don't let anyone else influence you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107898334814168774?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107898334814168774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107898334814168774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107898334814168774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107898334814168774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107879051076926118</id><published>2004-03-08T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T18:04:57.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't post yesterday.  I didn't get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't at school today, unfortunately.  I guess I was dehydrated from playing yesterday.  It sucks.  I hate having to miss school.  Makeup work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had our tournament Sunday.  It was fun.  Ryan said we placed around 10th out of 20 or so teams.  I'm not sure exactly what we got, but Matte said the results will be on the forums soon.  We could have done a LOT better if my gun hadn't been messing up the whole time.  That was really frustrating.  Our last game we knew we weren't getting to the semi-finals, so we thought we'd have a little fun.  We'd have me run down the right, David down the left, and Ryan down the middle to grab the flag.  I ran past one guy and we both missed each other so I kept going and bunkered another guy at the very back of their side.  I quickly turned around and me and the first guy started opening up on each other.  The ref said he hit me first but that's total bs.  Ryan and David got the other guy, so we did well for going insane.  They got the flag hang (the guy I know I hit first) so they won.  We would have won if they called that guy out.  Oh well, it was fun anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next tourny is April 3rd.  Hopefully we'll be able to enter.  This time, winners of Young Gunz each get PMI Omen markers.  Fun stuff.  Oh, and it's a Saturday so make sure you come and watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107879051076926118?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107879051076926118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107879051076926118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107879051076926118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107879051076926118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/sorry-i-didnt-post-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107863713447239663</id><published>2004-03-06T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T23:28:38.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a good time tonight.  I went to the West Side Story musical with Emily and Bekah.  I'm not too much of a "musical" guy, but it was fun.  It's fun for me if I'm just with the people you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow is THE DAY.  Wish Team Defect luck.  I'll be up at 6 tomorrow...  Fun stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107863713447239663?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107863713447239663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107863713447239663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107863713447239663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107863713447239663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-had-good-time-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107860784659078848</id><published>2004-03-06T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T15:20:29.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG!!  METALLICA AND GODSMACK ARE COMING TO WICHITA!  Hell friggin yeah baby!  Must get tickets...  Must get tickets...  I can NOT let this opportunity pass me by.  These are two of my top favorite bands.  Woohoo!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107860784659078848?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107860784659078848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107860784659078848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107860784659078848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107860784659078848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/omg-omg-omg-metallica-and-godsmack-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107855955188574089</id><published>2004-03-06T01:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T01:55:33.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo!  Ryan and I made a sweet site for Team Defect!  Go us!  Check it out so we can tell the people we're trying to get sponsors from that people go it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107855955188574089?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107855955188574089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107855955188574089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107855955188574089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107855955188574089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/woohoo-ryan-and-i-made-sweet-site-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107847006151640278</id><published>2004-03-05T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T01:04:02.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa...  My life story for the past 2 months in Nobody's Listening by Linkin Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, peep the style and the kids checking for it &lt;br /&gt;The number one question is "how could you ignore it?" &lt;br /&gt;And drop right back in the cut &lt;br /&gt;over basement tracks and rap stack got you backing us up &lt;br /&gt;Like..Rewind that! &lt;br /&gt;We're just rollin' with the rhythm, &lt;br /&gt;rise from the ashes of stylist division &lt;br /&gt;With these non-stop lyrics and life living, &lt;br /&gt;not to be forgotten, but still unforgiven &lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, there are those &lt;br /&gt;who wanna talk this and that, so I suppose &lt;br /&gt;that it gets to a point where feelings got to get hurt, &lt;br /&gt;and get dirty with the people spreading the dirt. It goes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to give you warning, but everyone ignores me &lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear &lt;br /&gt;But nobody's listening &lt;br /&gt;Called to you so clearly, but you don't want to hear me &lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear &lt;br /&gt;But nobody's listening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress &lt;br /&gt;Hand full of anger, Held in my chest &lt;br /&gt;And everything left's a waste of time, &lt;br /&gt;I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else's more &lt;br /&gt;I'm riding on the back of this pressure, &lt;br /&gt;guessing that it's better, I can't keep myself together &lt;br /&gt;Because all of this stress gave me something to write on, &lt;br /&gt;the pain gave me something I could set my sights on &lt;br /&gt;Never forget the blood, sweat and tears, &lt;br /&gt;the uphill struggle over years, the fear and &lt;br /&gt;Trash talking and the people it was to, &lt;br /&gt;and the people that started it, just like you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to give you warning, but everyone ignores me &lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear &lt;br /&gt;But nobody's listening &lt;br /&gt;Called to you so clearly, but you don't want to hear me &lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear &lt;br /&gt;But nobody's listening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress &lt;br /&gt;Hand full of anger, Held in my chest &lt;br /&gt;Uphill struggle, blood, sweat and tears &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain, everything to fear &lt;br /&gt;Heart full of pain, head full of stress &lt;br /&gt;Hand full of anger, Held in my chest &lt;br /&gt;Uphill struggle, blood, sweat and tears &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain, everything to fear &lt;br /&gt;Heart full of pain... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to give you warning, but everyone ignores me &lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear &lt;br /&gt;But nobody's listening &lt;br /&gt;Called to you so clearly, but you don't want to hear me &lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear &lt;br /&gt;But nobody's listening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's listening &lt;br /&gt;Hand full of anger, Held in my chest &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's listening &lt;br /&gt;Uphill struggle, blood, sweat and tears &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's listening &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain, everything to fear &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's listening &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107847006151640278?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107847006151640278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107847006151640278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107847006151640278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107847006151640278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107846474550677618</id><published>2004-03-04T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T23:35:26.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo.  I am the Tippmann master! (well, sort of).  I'm basically turning Ryan's old school M98 into a 98 Custom.  Go me!  It's coming along well.  I just need to get rid of the trigger wobble tonight or tomorrow and Ryan will have the pimpinest Classic 98 around!  All he needs is a purple paint job and a large feather in his mask and he's set!  But, of course, it goes without saying that my 98C is by far the pimpinest 98C around.  Hands down.  Worship my 1 millimeter trigger pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, news travels fast, doesn't it?  Yes, most of you know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107846474550677618?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107846474550677618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107846474550677618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107846474550677618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107846474550677618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107836890488642424</id><published>2004-03-03T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:58:04.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you wanna do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well son, we'll uh, we'll just tell your mother we ate it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107836890488642424?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107836890488642424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107836890488642424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107836890488642424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107836890488642424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-do-you-wanna-do-with-your-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107836851905836802</id><published>2004-03-03T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:51:38.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd take this opportunity to say one of my favorite bands has betrayed me.  Godsmack is coming out with a friggin ACOUSTIC album!  Garrrrr....  I heard a sample on T95 and it sounds REALLY bad.  Before it was like they were angry at the world and now it's like they're mildly irritated that their spaghetti came out of the microwave cold.  It's horrible.  Maybe if they cancel the release they can save their dignity. /end rant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107836851905836802?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107836851905836802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107836851905836802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107836851905836802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107836851905836802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/just-thought-id-take-this-opportunity.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107836477244359292</id><published>2004-03-03T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:49:11.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe.  Well, at least Robby apologized...  Oh well.  Don't worry Bek, I won't steal you from him.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...  Not sure what I can say today.  My calves hurt a little from doing lots of sprints in preparation for the tourny.  Ooh.  I can't wait!   Jerad thinks he's going to do so well.  Haha.  He's got another thing coming.  I'm gonna light him up all I can and I'm telling my friends' team to do so as well.  Buahaha.  It's Jerad huntin time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107836477244359292?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107836477244359292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107836477244359292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107836477244359292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107836477244359292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/hehe_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107828689505231693</id><published>2004-03-02T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:11:13.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha.  Everyone hates me!  toodle doo.  Don't you love it when people seem to hate you for no reason?  Because I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107828689505231693?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107828689505231693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107828689505231693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107828689505231693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107828689505231693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107828006149581586</id><published>2004-03-02T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T20:17:19.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I May Roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the road becomes my bride &lt;br /&gt;I have stripped of all but pride &lt;br /&gt;so in her I do confide &lt;br /&gt;and she keeps me satisfied &lt;br /&gt;gives me all I need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and with dust in throat I crave &lt;br /&gt;only knowledge will I save &lt;br /&gt;to the game you stay a slave &lt;br /&gt;rover wanderer &lt;br /&gt;nomad vagabond &lt;br /&gt;call me what you will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'll take my time anywhere &lt;br /&gt;free to speak my mind anywhere &lt;br /&gt;and I'll redefine anywhere &lt;br /&gt;anywhere I may roam &lt;br /&gt;where I lay my head is home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the earth becomes my throne &lt;br /&gt;I adapt to the unknown &lt;br /&gt;under wandering stars I've grown &lt;br /&gt;by myself but not alone &lt;br /&gt;I ask no one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and my ties are severed clean &lt;br /&gt;the less I have the more I gain &lt;br /&gt;off the beaten path I reign &lt;br /&gt;rover wanderer &lt;br /&gt;nomad vagabond &lt;br /&gt;call me what you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought one of your favorite songs could have so much meaning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107828006149581586?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107828006149581586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107828006149581586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107828006149581586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107828006149581586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/metallica-wherever-i-may-roam.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107827529695721215</id><published>2004-03-02T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T18:57:54.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, sign my guestbook if you look at the Blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107827529695721215?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107827529695721215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107827529695721215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107827529695721215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107827529695721215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/oh-yeah-sign-my-guestbook-if-you-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107827521762339597</id><published>2004-03-02T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T18:56:35.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry, no post yesterday.  I didn't even go to school.  I had a bad migraine all day.  Those suck.  I have an Algebra 2 test, part of a Spanish test, Spanish work, who knows what in English, and a bunch of stuff in History to make up.  Fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was pretty much normal.  Nothing to special.  I guess Bekah must be sick cuz she wasn't there today or yesterday.    We're starting to get ready for the tournament on Sunday.  We did a bunch of sprints at the Y today.  We started to do a mile after we were done and I'm just like, "Let's just do half a mile."  I haven't done a whole lot of running lately.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's gonna be awesome.  I have to be at The Edge at 7 in the morning.  That means leaving at like 6:30.  Fun stuff...  I guess I won't stay up till 2 Saturday night...  I also hope my gun will hold up for the tournament.  It'll be just my luck if I get a bolt in the face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably do my stupid Lewis and Clark thing now...  Even though I probably won't do it for like an hour...  Ya, I'm a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107827521762339597?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107827521762339597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107827521762339597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107827521762339597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107827521762339597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/03/sorry-no-post-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107811496660516083</id><published>2004-02-29T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:25:41.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This one is for you Bekah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.cox.net/danc922/avatar.gif" /img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107811496660516083?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107811496660516083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107811496660516083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107811496660516083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107811496660516083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/02/this-one-is-for-you-bekah.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107811165337356131</id><published>2004-02-29T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:30:28.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I added a guestbook!  Thanks for the link Emily.  The view and sign links are on the left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107811165337356131?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107811165337356131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107811165337356131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107811165337356131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107811165337356131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-added-guestbook-thanks-for-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107810582752890633</id><published>2004-02-29T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:53:22.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ldkshflkjdlfhaskdfhkldsfdaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad.  My gun was splintered at the back and last night when I was messing with it it broke off.  I just hope it'll hold the backcap in still...  poo.  Maybe Matte from the shop will let me borrow some gun shells for the tournament next Sunday though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107810582752890633?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107810582752890633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107810582752890633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107810582752890633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107810582752890633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/02/ldkshflkjdlfhaskdfhkldsfdaf-im-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107804207897540960</id><published>2004-02-29T02:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T02:10:53.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Buahahaha.  This code thing is easy.  I made the "Go here" thing on the left a picture I made real fast.  I should make all my posts in Paint and post em....  Then again, maybe not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107804207897540960?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/feeds/107804207897540960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551463&amp;postID=107804207897540960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107804207897540960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107804207897540960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/02/buahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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-6551463.post-107804005851719983</id><published>2004-02-29T01:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T21:32:38.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First Blog post now. I don't really have much to say. I'm working on making an anti-chop bolt for my paintball gun. Not that many people have any idea what that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I messed with the code stuff a little and here's a pic of my gun! Woohoo. You can even click on it for a bigger picture. I'm so special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/danc922/flag%20rat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="My gun!" src="http://members.cox.net/danc922/Updated%20Gun%20T95.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551463-107804005851719983?l=pballerdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107804005851719983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551463/posts/default/107804005851719983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pballerdan.blogspot.com/2004/02/first-blog-post-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15302033670068964324</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></entry></feed>
