<?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-4440917947389400815</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:04:31.664-08:00</updated><category term='Throi'/><category term='Group Project Final dp.'/><title type='text'>Designing Composition</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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up... but yeah i hate going to the mall and it is crowded. i cant shop with alot of people talkin and walknig around i need peace and silence. i also need to bring someonewtih me to tell me if what im buying is good or not. i dont know y but if i like it or dont, people can simple change my mind. i think htat is y i am i perfect target so sellers cause anyone can convince me to buy the stupidiest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1217773783504581210?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1217773783504581210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1217773783504581210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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still go over, i dont understand how i am always at wrok or school so how do i use this many min.... i dont my sisters have been skrewing me over and they use all the min and i still some how get skrewed again to paying the bill. so i think i might switch to that 5 fav plan becayus all the min use go to the same poeple so it will make more since to do it that way. and save the money i have in my pocket... what ever is left in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-6245297047737708074?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6245297047737708074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=6245297047737708074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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again because i have 3 three phones in my name on tmobile so imgetting that new rizr. i like everyithing about it,  but i hatethe color ,iit only comes in like a gay purple blue color. but it can hold a 2gb mini card so that is like alot of songsand i can convert movies to 3gp files so i can watch them on myphone. prtty cool right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1278851612378062814?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1278851612378062814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1278851612378062814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1278851612378062814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1278851612378062814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-new-phone.html' title='my new phone'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</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-4440917947389400815.post-8968816181636564194</id><published>2007-04-23T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:30:07.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>next semester</title><content type='html'>well if everything goes as planed and i pass all my classes then my next semester is crazy i have to take 4 hard ass classes and they r all back to back. bio, chem,math , phy. and i know im going to be late everyday because i only havew 1 min to walk to thenext class and they r in differnet buildings so yeah hope my new teachers r as uderstaning as jill, i will miss coming to class 20 min late and not getting yelled at. but i wish u all good luck on ur nextsemester classes and please pray for me cause god knows i need it,,,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8968816181636564194?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8968816181636564194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8968816181636564194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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im missing and i walked up and dwon all the three floors and i couldnt find one empty one. i hate when people r not using them to do work but to go and youtube or myspace and facebook. i mean even though i do the same things ,but still i need a comupter, so if anyone knows someone in the high powers at wayne state please tell them to get more computers wereally need them. to study for that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-5074639279862346881?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5074639279862346881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=5074639279862346881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5074639279862346881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5074639279862346881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-computers-in-ugl.html' title='no computers in ugl'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</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-4440917947389400815.post-1562605083955063526</id><published>2007-04-23T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:58:24.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The websites!</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed making the websites for the class project. I think that everyone did a awesome job especially because i don't think many of us have made a website before. I think that the media project was definitely my favorite and should be common in other class projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1562605083955063526?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1562605083955063526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1562605083955063526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1562605083955063526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1562605083955063526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/websites.html' title='The websites!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110959750834352092</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-4440917947389400815.post-1198071845213735349</id><published>2007-04-23T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:27:55.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My nieghborhood sucks!!!</title><content type='html'>The way that they made my nieghboorhood is rediculous. It is literally cut off from the rest of the city. There is one major street going through it. On one end of the major street are train tracks. If there are trains going through there they go on forever. Then on the other end of the street is a river. The bridge that goes over the river is constantly going up to let boats by. There have been several times like today where there is a big boat taking forever on the river and then a loooong train down the road. If this happens you are literally stuck for a while. Then ounce both of them pass the traffic is terrible!!!!! This nieghborhood need to seriously build some new roads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1198071845213735349?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1198071845213735349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1198071845213735349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1198071845213735349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1198071845213735349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-nieghborhood-sucks.html' title='My nieghborhood sucks!!!'/><author><name>bb4825</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389195573419322078</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-4440917947389400815.post-5479368211705331607</id><published>2007-04-23T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:18:09.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/1994/posters/lion_king_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.impawards.com/1994/posters/lion_king_ver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess one of my favorite songs that makes me remember something is can you feel the love tonight. It's from he movie "The Lion King". The memery it makes me remember is my birthday from the year it came out. I spent my birthday in Illinois that year. My family is down there and I had my party at their house. They have a huge pool and I had a pool party. I got to swim all day and then I got to open my presents!!! My birthday cake had a picture of Simba and Nala from the movie. After I was done with cake and stuff my Cousin took me to see the movie at the theater. It was the first time I ever saw a movie at the theater. I loved it. It was so moch fun. That was on of my happiest birthdays ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-5479368211705331607?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5479368211705331607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=5479368211705331607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5479368211705331607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5479368211705331607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/favorite-song_23.html' title='Favorite Song'/><author><name>bb4825</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389195573419322078</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-4440917947389400815.post-5723785296477208668</id><published>2007-04-23T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:04:54.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.robertnkatz.com/photos/dui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.robertnkatz.com/photos/dui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose to do mine on drinking and driving. Drinking abd driving or driving under the influence has been a major cause for deaths by car accident. When you drive under the influence you are putting your life at risk. Not only is your life at risk ut also the lifes of the other people on the road. My dialog is going to have four different view points. There are sveral views on this topic but I want to keep it to four diiferent people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-5723785296477208668?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5723785296477208668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=5723785296477208668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5723785296477208668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5723785296477208668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/dialog.html' title='Dialog'/><author><name>bb4825</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389195573419322078</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-4440917947389400815.post-31218608194418281</id><published>2007-04-23T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:45:31.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't always die from tobacco video</title><content type='html'>The video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRHvZazd4IM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRHvZazd4IM&lt;/a&gt; uses some strong retoric. The man in the video had some complications after smoking. He know talks through a hole in his neck. Thiss leads people to feel bad and makes them not want to go through ehat that man did. It also uses logic to get peoples attention. It shows people that although everyone doesn't die from smoking they might have to deal with not being able to talk normally for the rest of thier lifes or other situations like going through cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-31218608194418281?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/31218608194418281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=31218608194418281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/31218608194418281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/31218608194418281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-dont-always-die-from-tobacco-video.html' title='You Don&apos;t always die from tobacco video'/><author><name>bb4825</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389195573419322078</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-4440917947389400815.post-8887136225587835038</id><published>2007-04-23T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:38:36.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Break?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.celebrating-easter.com/images/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.celebrating-easter.com/images/easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should universities celebrate christian holidays? That question leaves me a little torn. On one side I am a christian and would love to see my holidays recognized. On the other hand I can see how that would be unfair. If christian holidays are celebrated then so should other religion's holidays also. It wouldn't be right to only celebrate christmas or easter. Universities have such diverse people. They have people from many different backgrounds and religions. Other people shouldn't be forced to celebrtate something they don't believe in. I love my christianity but I don't think it should be shoved down other people's throats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8887136225587835038?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8887136225587835038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8887136225587835038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8887136225587835038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8887136225587835038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-break.html' title='Easter Break?'/><author><name>bb4825</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389195573419322078</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-4440917947389400815.post-7214580224441246077</id><published>2007-04-23T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:30:53.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Design Plan</title><content type='html'>Purpose: To make people aware of the different faces of domestic violence. Also to provide help and support to those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience: Anyone that is capable of being abused in a relationship. People that are seeking out help that have been in abusive relationships or are currently in an abusive relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organization: WebsiteHome Page 1 Defining and introducing the issue of domestic violence.&lt;br /&gt;Early Signs Page 2List of the signs of domestic violence.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting Back Page 3 The steps to take to fight back. What you can do to get away from domestic violence and start a new life.&lt;br /&gt;Testimonies Page 4Stories of families and people who have dealt with abuse in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Links Page 5 Provide links and additional help for the indented audience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7214580224441246077?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7214580224441246077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7214580224441246077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7214580224441246077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7214580224441246077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/group-design-plan.html' title='Group Design Plan'/><author><name>bb4825</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389195573419322078</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-4440917947389400815.post-1222726126012050033</id><published>2007-04-22T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:28:15.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Winning is'nt everything, it's everything"</title><content type='html'>Introduction and Thesis: Winning is not everything. It's a good thing that help's drive the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 1: People will be failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 2: There will be nothing to make people want to be succesful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 3: Everyone will be lazy and have no drive to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Winning is a great thing that is needed by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1222726126012050033?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1222726126012050033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1222726126012050033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1222726126012050033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1222726126012050033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/winning-isnt-everything-its-everything.html' title='&quot;Winning is&apos;nt everything, it&apos;s everything&quot;'/><author><name>lillllman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592120252919203497</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-4440917947389400815.post-8587768441405161713</id><published>2007-04-22T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:20:43.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck is when Opportunity meets preperation</title><content type='html'>Introduction and Conclusion: Many people say that they are lucky. But if they ever thought about it, does luck really have any thing to do with it? I think no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 1: People just works hard and really don't realize how hard they work. And when the work pays off they think that its luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 2: Some people just have good odds on having success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 3: Luck is not a real thing it's how much a person works and get succesul from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: When someone get success they call it luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8587768441405161713?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8587768441405161713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8587768441405161713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8587768441405161713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8587768441405161713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/luck-is-when-opportunity-meets.html' title='Luck is when Opportunity meets preperation'/><author><name>lillllman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592120252919203497</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-4440917947389400815.post-3539854088700316958</id><published>2007-04-22T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:08:20.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying Friend and Classmate</title><content type='html'>Introduction and Thesis: Everyone has that person that always drives you crazy because they are to lazy to help work on the project. Well I beat people up who don't like to do their share of the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 1: Not fair that I have to do all the work and you get credit for my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 2: I will beat you up if you don't work like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 3: I will tell the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: If you don't help with the work you will make me very angry and upset. It's not right that you do nothing and I do all the work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-3539854088700316958?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3539854088700316958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=3539854088700316958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3539854088700316958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3539854088700316958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/annoying-friend-and-classmate.html' title='Annoying Friend and Classmate'/><author><name>lillllman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592120252919203497</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-4440917947389400815.post-6288107285235391631</id><published>2007-04-22T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:00:24.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lengthening the School Day</title><content type='html'>Introduction and Thesis: If you were to ask a student how would they feel if the school day were to be made longer, they would probably say no. They would like for it to be shorter. But it would be better because they will have a shorter school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 1: Have a longer summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 2: More time to figure out what they want to go to school for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 3: They would have less time to get into trouble during the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: A longer school day will be better for students rather than a short one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-6288107285235391631?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6288107285235391631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=6288107285235391631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6288107285235391631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6288107285235391631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/lengthening-school-day_22.html' title='Lengthening the School Day'/><author><name>lillllman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592120252919203497</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-4440917947389400815.post-4272884234257820072</id><published>2007-04-22T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:49:57.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Uniforms</title><content type='html'>Introduction and Thesis: Many schools use school uniforms to control the students. School uniforms are not a good thing for students to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 1: Kids can't express themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 2: They want learn about how different cultures dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 3: They will not be able to learn about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: All in all school uniforms are not good because it prevents kids from learning who they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-4272884234257820072?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4272884234257820072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=4272884234257820072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4272884234257820072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4272884234257820072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-uniforms_22.html' title='School Uniforms'/><author><name>lillllman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592120252919203497</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-4440917947389400815.post-7166675535382580379</id><published>2007-04-22T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:39:29.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Media Violence has a Negative Effect</title><content type='html'>Introduction: Violence is the source of all entertainment these days. On cartoons, in the news, and in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thesis: The effects of violence cause's society in many negative ways that makes all people change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 1: Kids act different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 2: More people are hurt and violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support 3: There is less people that can be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: When we use violence as entertainment more younger people use violence as an alternate to get through there problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7166675535382580379?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7166675535382580379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7166675535382580379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7166675535382580379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7166675535382580379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/media-violence-has-negative-effect.html' title='Media Violence has a Negative Effect'/><author><name>lillllman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592120252919203497</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-4440917947389400815.post-543844207797021481</id><published>2007-04-22T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:25:19.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately about getting a tattoo, and what is should be of. I decided that if I did end up getting one that it would be something meaningful to me. Something I wouldn't totally regret later on in life. I also decided to place it somewhere it can be easily hidden, because they aren't something you would like showing when you are in an interview with an employer. But what should I get? Ive always wanted to get a big cross on my shoulder, and I am italian, so I would like to play around with those two ideas and come up with something. I hear that getting a tattoo is somewhat painful, but I can't imagine it being that bad, especially on the shoulder. Has anyone on here ever gotten a tattoo before? Does anyone have  any ideas about what to get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-543844207797021481?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/543844207797021481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=543844207797021481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/543844207797021481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/543844207797021481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-2425471934942511935</id><published>2007-04-22T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:20:44.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Disaster!!</title><content type='html'>So for my grade twelve year my friends and I had been planning a trip for years. We have all been friends since grade school and still stay close to this day. We all searched around for the cheapest price for our long awaited spring break in Cancun Mexico. Man was it going to be a trip of a lifetime!! We ended up hearing about a special deal from a company called Magic Carpet Tours. As we learned more about the trip we eventually booked the trip with this company, as well as many other people. As the time grew closer we all got more and more excited, only to get disappointed. The night before we were leaving I had my luggage all packed sitting by the door, ready to go. I was at the mall buying some shoes for the trip around 8pm when I recieved a call from my brother telling me to come home. When I got home my family dropped the bomb on me. The airline had called and told us that the company went bankrupt and we were without a trip. We were speachless. Everyone from our high school grade was going...except us. We frantically tried to find another trip, calling agent after agent but unfortunaltly we couldn't find anything it time. We than booked a rush trip to Panama. Not Panama Florida, but Panama. When we got to the resort we realised that we should have jsut stayed home. It ended up being a honeymooners resort. There was nothing there but couples and old people. After a somewhat depressing week we returned home and were the laughing stock of the school. lol...ahh the memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2425471934942511935?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2425471934942511935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2425471934942511935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2425471934942511935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2425471934942511935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-break-disaster.html' title='Spring Break Disaster!!'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-2720745924211292287</id><published>2007-04-22T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:09:21.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure everyone knows about the movie 300 by now. But what you don't know is that I have it sitting in my DVD player as we speak. There is this guy that I know that can get any movie imaginable!! Ive had it for about a week and I have watched it close to 11 times now. Hehe.  I enjoyed the movie so much I even encorporated it into my essay. I think the real reason why I enjoyed that movie so much is because of the greek mythology. I have always been amazed and interested in greek mythology and plan on taking that course at wayne state whether it counts towards my degree or not. Has anyone ever taken the course before? I would like to know if it really is the interesting stuff or if its just a bunch of boring history about greece we have all heard or seen before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2720745924211292287?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2720745924211292287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2720745924211292287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2720745924211292287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2720745924211292287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/300_22.html' title='300'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-2408151823505144049</id><published>2007-04-22T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:58:09.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workworkwork</title><content type='html'>Well, the other week i got an added set of responsibilities. I work for a local web hosting company. While most work (sales, billing, tech support, remote administration of servers) is done from our canton office, we also utilize two data centers. gnax down in Atlanta, (we rent servers there, about 120, give or take) and a newer one, XO Communications in Southfield. In this one we actually rent out cage space, power, and bandwidth. We then build servers in the office and bring them down. Since we are colocating, hardware modifications, upgrades, and repairs are our responsibility. Now, its really sucks to stay in a data center cage all day, so we don't go there unless we have to. However, atleast one person on every shift (24/7) has to have security access to our servers at the XO facility. I recently got asked if i would be willing to be the person to head down on my shift should the need arise. Of course i agreed. I had to sign this crazy contact and then i got this nifty ADT proximity security card. Its kinda scary though, if i keep the door open for more than 15 seconds at a time, the fuzz busts down the wall. It makes me feel kinda needed and important to be the one to go down there when things explode. Hopefully a raise will soon follow. (probably at my next performance review)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2408151823505144049?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2408151823505144049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2408151823505144049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2408151823505144049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2408151823505144049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/workworkwork.html' title='workworkwork'/><author><name>itsaliongetinthecar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754631594928824635</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-4440917947389400815.post-2464660819606980893</id><published>2007-04-22T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:30:46.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Champions</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was little there is one thing I always wanted to witness, at least once, and that was for Italy to win the world cup. As the time crept closer to the world cup I become more and more disappointed and more weary, thinking that I would just get excited for nothing. Now was I wrong or what!? I had the time of my life when italy finally pulled through. Here in windsor there is a large italian community, so we have our own little itlay. It is something comparable to greek town or mexican town. There were so many people all over erie street (little italy) you were shoulder to shoulder with the people next to you. After they won everyone rushed the street and we started chanting, shouting, dancing, and having an all out good time, all followed by the much hated parade. Every time Italy would win everyone with jerseys, flags and a car would pile into anyones care and we would all drive in a large parage all over the city screaming and yelling, cheering our team on. Im sure everyone in the city can't stand it when we do it, but we just have to! The parade was so large we had windsor police that came out to direct traffic so we would be able to continue in a straight line! Now that I have finally wittnessed a win, I can't wait until the next one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2464660819606980893?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2464660819606980893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2464660819606980893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2464660819606980893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2464660819606980893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/world-champions.html' title='World Champions'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-2146158665934966816</id><published>2007-04-22T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:25:38.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skoal, a pinch better ;)</title><content type='html'>Oh dip, how I love you so! For those of you that are unfamiliar with what I am refering to, perhaps you have seen me walking around or sitting in class with a fat lip and spitting into a bottle. I know it sounds grose, but there's something about it that I just love. It all started about a year ago when an aquintance of mine and I became closer as friends. Him, being a baseball player, got me into chewing tobacco. Ever since than the addiction has spread to a good number of my close friends and we all get together, have a dip, and hang out or go for a drive in the downtown area. Now the only good part about chewing tobacco is that it comes in many different flavours like wintergreen, peach, and citrus. I never anticipated the addiction becoming so great but it is the first thing I look for in the morning and last thing I do before I sleep. There are many more instances in which I have a "lipper" as they are called but I am just showing how the addiction can really grab a hold of ones actions. I don't think it is any healthier for you than smoking but it is definatly a much better alternative in my oppinion. Any other dippers out there? If so, I think you should look for the "chew boys" group on facebook and be sure to join!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2146158665934966816?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2146158665934966816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2146158665934966816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2146158665934966816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2146158665934966816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/skoal-pinch-better.html' title='Skoal, a pinch better ;)'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-2080076034171251813</id><published>2007-04-22T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:17:53.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School vs. University</title><content type='html'>Through my own personal experience I havn't really seen much a change between high school and university. Honestly, is there really a difference? You pick your courses, fill your requirements, read your text books, write tests, do assignments and finals. Last I checked that was the same schedule as high school students. Now eveyone always talks about the workload being so much more difficult, but I am yet to see anything that is expected of me that wasn't already expected in high school. Mind you I speak from my personal experience being in the Canadian educational system. Perhaps it is different for the american students but I feel I have been fully prepared for university and it was definitly an easy transition. Anyone care to differ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2080076034171251813?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2080076034171251813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2080076034171251813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2080076034171251813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2080076034171251813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/high-school-vs-university.html' title='High School vs. University'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-946546544354913600</id><published>2007-04-22T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:13:56.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Business</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how many people actually watch the food network besides me but if you ever do come accross it, look for a show called family business. I swear they stole my life and put it on T.V. The only difference between that show and my family is that I am italian, not greek. My father has an italian restaurant downtown windsor where my entire family works. My dad is the head chef during the day time, my brother is the head chef at night with another chef under him. My sister and I wait on tables with a few other employees and my mom helps out whenever there are special events going on. It has been great having the restaurant as a part of my life because it is a whole new lifestyle added into a regular life. At time it can be a lot of work, hassle, and it can get very annoying having that added responsibility which you didn't as for, but I wouldnt have it any other way. All of my friends love to party there before we go club and everyone I know frequents the restaurant because they fell in love after their first meal. I recommend everyone to come try the food, I guarantee you will be impressed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-946546544354913600?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/946546544354913600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=946546544354913600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/946546544354913600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/946546544354913600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/family-business.html' title='Family Business'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-6684342253423050898</id><published>2007-04-22T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:01:44.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Count At The Border</title><content type='html'>Everyday I have to cross the border to come to school....twice a day. You would think after coming accross every day for the past few months that the border officers would get to know certain frequent crossers, but unfortunately that isn't the case. At one point during the semester I had a count running to see how many times I got pulled over on my way to school. I eventually got that count up to 8 days in a row. You would think they would be nice about it, but they feel free to rummage through all of your things and leave a large mess when they are done. For example, I had some folded clothes in my back seat and after I returned to my vehicle they were thrown everywhere and definately not folded anymore. So it became a large hassle to come over to the states so I decided to take some time off from school simply because of how much of a hard time I was having. The time off definitly paid off and it hasn't been that bad in a while. *knock on wood* Anyone have any border horror stories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-6684342253423050898?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6684342253423050898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=6684342253423050898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6684342253423050898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6684342253423050898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/running-count-at-border.html' title='Running Count At The Border'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-8917903361292847135</id><published>2007-04-22T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:52:17.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIM or MSN? that is the question</title><content type='html'>Growing up in Canada I have always used msn for my instant messaging program. This helped me stay in contact with all my friends and make sure my weekends were properly organized. As I got grew and changed, so did MSN, becoming this great program is it today. As I started attending Wayne State I notice that the MSN of the states is AIM, so I decided to check it out one day. I was surprised at what I saw. This thing was so hyped up and did nothing but disappoint me. I think everyone should switch over to MSN immediately. There way more personalization, it is much more fun, there are more ways to interact with your friends and its definitly not as plain as Aim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8917903361292847135?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8917903361292847135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8917903361292847135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8917903361292847135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8917903361292847135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/aim-or-msn-that-is-question.html' title='AIM or MSN? that is the question'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-299841900400067407</id><published>2007-04-22T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:44:03.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TPT?</title><content type='html'>So thursday night I recieved a call from Daimler Chrysler. They congradulated me on obtaining the temporary part time position and asked me to come in and pick up my swipe card. When I went to pick up the swipe card around 1pm thursday, they asked me if I was available to work the midnight shift later that night. Not really giving much thought I accepted the shift and sure enough stayed awake until it was time to go in for my first shift. As I walked into the plant I got soo lost. It took me a while to find my way around but I eventually got to my specific area. I worked there until 7:18am and realised that I had class. So I grabbed all my things from my house, got ready and rushed over to wayne as soon as possible, only to get stuck in traffic at the border. So to conclude the story I finished out a full day at school which ended at 1pm friday, so I had officially been away for a full 24 hour period for the first time in my life. Man did I crash after that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-299841900400067407?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/299841900400067407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=299841900400067407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/299841900400067407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/299841900400067407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/tpt.html' title='TPT?'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-2404980934678527614</id><published>2007-04-22T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:39:28.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging is Difficult!!</title><content type='html'>At first the thought of simply writing about a specific topic on this site seemed pretty easy. As time went on it became more and more difficult for me to come up with things to write. I believe its simply because I am a very impartial person when it comes to many issues. I usually dont really care all that much to express feeling towards either side of a situation. I simply take things at hand and deal with them as they come. Now I am quite a few blogs behind and really need to catch up, so I would just like to ask everyone to bear with me while I continue to finish the blogs. Hehe, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2404980934678527614?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2404980934678527614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2404980934678527614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2404980934678527614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2404980934678527614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogging-is-difficult.html' title='Blogging is Difficult!!'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-7896574747873670880</id><published>2007-04-22T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:36:39.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Lifestyle?</title><content type='html'>As a younger child I was concidered the "bigger" kid. With that there was always lots of jokes and put downs coming my way. I was engaged in sports as a young kid but after a major illness it was recommended to stay away from sports for a recover period. In the mean time I took up weight lifting because I couldn't just do nothing. I was amazed at what weight lifting really had to offer. It created a healthy lifestyle whih made me the person I am today. It taught me discipline, realistic goalsetting, patience, and created a healthly hobby. As i learned more, and trained more my body and personality transformed. Believe it or not but weight lifting is a major component to my social success. As I became more of a healthy person it brought about a certain level of respect from otheres as well as appeal. These things made me more comfortably with who I was and allowed me to interact with all sorts of people. The results I have achieved served as a catalyst to makin friends and aquintances by becomming an efficient ice breaker for first conversations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7896574747873670880?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7896574747873670880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7896574747873670880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7896574747873670880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7896574747873670880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/healthy-lifestyle.html' title='Healthy Lifestyle?'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-685484715663039923</id><published>2007-04-22T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:32:12.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Students at Wayne State</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not but it's very intimidating to be at wayne state. Not only the new location, new people and new academic standards, it is a complete chang of lifestyle. Startin over is always difficults, even more so when you are all on your own. At first I stayed to myself and wasn't very active in the school community. I stuch mainly with other canadians and didn't really give anything a chance outside my circle of comfort. As time went on, sure enough I made new friends and started to become active in the school comminty. No more study sessions alone, lunches alone, or walking around not knowning anyone. I have come to realise that the key to success is the peopel around you. Fiends make things interesting and give you a sense of belonging which overall helps towards your personal success. At first I did not recommend anyone to come here, but now I make sure to tell everyone my personal experience and how much I have grown to love it, and ensure they will to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-685484715663039923?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/685484715663039923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=685484715663039923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/685484715663039923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/685484715663039923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/canadian-students-at-wayne-state.html' title='Canadian Students at Wayne State'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-1280253709086768462</id><published>2007-04-22T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:27:59.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What it means to be 19 in Canada.</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was younger I couldn't wait to reach this amazing age. Being 19 in Canada is the equivalent to being 21 in the U.S. Jealous? =) At 19 thre are no mroe restrictions set upon you. A person could do whatever they wanted, go wherever they wanted, and puchase anything imaginable. Windsor has been dubbed "Bar Town" because our downtown consists of mainly nightclubs, so it is a young adults dream to finally partake in the great night lide windsor has to offer. If anyone is 19 and wants to experience that feel free to message me and come party in windsor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1280253709086768462?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1280253709086768462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1280253709086768462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1280253709086768462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1280253709086768462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-it-means-to-be-19-in-canada.html' title='What it means to be 19 in Canada.'/><author><name>PattyC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04558232521719436698</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-4440917947389400815.post-6686526177305690957</id><published>2007-04-22T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:49:30.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gool Luck!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say good luck in the future to all those in the class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-6686526177305690957?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6686526177305690957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=6686526177305690957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6686526177305690957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6686526177305690957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/gool-luck.html' title='Gool Luck!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110959750834352092</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-4440917947389400815.post-7846676494507578725</id><published>2007-04-21T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:28:10.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMPFIRE</title><content type='html'>this is for the people in class that know what im talkin about and i plan on havin one on manday so wish me luck and i know i will be havin fun....... and i just want to say to my classmate that i will miss be in class. and i regret not talkin and introducing myself to some of u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7846676494507578725?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7846676494507578725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7846676494507578725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7846676494507578725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7846676494507578725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/campfire_21.html' title='CAMPFIRE'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</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-4440917947389400815.post-3380450165620839092</id><published>2007-04-21T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:28:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMPFIRE</title><content type='html'>this is for the people in class that know what im talkin about and i plan on havin one on manday so wish me luck and i know i will be havin fun....... and i just want to say to my classmate that i will miss be in class. and i regret not talkin and introducing myself to some of u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-3380450165620839092?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3380450165620839092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=3380450165620839092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3380450165620839092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3380450165620839092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/campfire.html' title='CAMPFIRE'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</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-4440917947389400815.post-9176771810662273744</id><published>2007-04-21T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:24:50.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finals</title><content type='html'>wowwwww i got 3 other finals i need to do, the only one im afraid of is the mat 1050. that class is so hard mannnnn. i really need to study for that one , cause i can not take that class again, then is the econ, the teacher is retarded so i dont think i will fail in it that bad. but i honestly did not learn one thing in that class. and it is kind of sad because i paid to learn noting, but all that matters is that i did good in my english class cause im taking 3010 in fall and i just have to say again that i had a blast in this class and hope i can have jill as a teacher next semster again, so thanks and i still have 10 more blogs to write byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-9176771810662273744?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/9176771810662273744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=9176771810662273744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/9176771810662273744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/9176771810662273744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/finals.html' title='finals'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</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-4440917947389400815.post-347852931586179427</id><published>2007-04-21T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:18:04.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;how much i hate myspace. it is a waste of time and is only a distraction for students because they check it everyday and every time they r online , so that is y i deleted mine until classes r over, then im back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but yeah i think student will even get better grades because they will spend more time on homework. another problem is all the drama it causes and how much people get caght in the bull shit and i just think it is to funny sometimes but yeha i will be making another one pretty soon so jill i will be lookin for u hahahahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-347852931586179427?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/347852931586179427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=347852931586179427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/347852931586179427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/347852931586179427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/myspace.html' title='myspace'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</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-4440917947389400815.post-3875555469624309895</id><published>2007-04-21T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:25:07.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finals? HA. Ive got bigger things to worry about.</title><content type='html'>I wish finals were the worst of my fears at the end of the year. But no. I have a much worse evil to face. My instrumental Jury. Imagine that instead of a written final, you go up with 5 of the top people in your field of study and they grill you with questions. You study for 2-3 hours a day, every day, for about a month and a half in advance. Thats pretty much what my jury is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been practicing Weber's Concerto For Bassoon and Orchestra in F major for the past 6 weeks. Come a week from Monday, i will get to walk in by myself and play it in front of the Principle wind players of the Detroit Symphony Orchestra. In an empty auditorium. Talk about a stressful environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the piece, but im not looking forward to playing it infront of them. Too much is riding on it. Say...my entire scholarship for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://fagotizm.karsav.com/sheet_music/weber.pdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sheet music for it, with piano accompaniment.  I come in at measure 38 and play the top line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thehaxor.net/images/01-von%20Weber,%20Bassoon%20Concerto%20in%20F,%201%20Allegro%20ma%20non%20troppo.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a recording. It's not me, but i hope to sound something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-3875555469624309895?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3875555469624309895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=3875555469624309895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3875555469624309895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3875555469624309895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/finals-ha-ive-got-bigger-things-to.html' title='finals? HA. Ive got bigger things to worry about.'/><author><name>itsaliongetinthecar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754631594928824635</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-4440917947389400815.post-858425583119802621</id><published>2007-04-21T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:03:10.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert!</title><content type='html'>The wayne state symphony orchestra and Womans Chorale will be giving a concert this upcoming monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="viewsingle"&gt;Event Type: &lt;/div&gt;Concert&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="viewsingle"&gt;Location: &lt;/div&gt;Community Arts Auditorium&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="viewsingle"&gt;Date: &lt;/div&gt;April 23, 2007 7:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div class="viewsingle"&gt;Description: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="desc"&gt;The University Orchestra, under the direction of Kypros Markou and the Women's Chorale, under the direction of Abigail Butler, perform their final concerts of the 2006-7 season. Tickets are $5(students/seniors) and $8 (general) and can be purchased at-the-door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant speak for the chorale, but the Wayne State Symphony Orchestra will be playing Haydn's 104th symphony, the "London". It's no Shostakovitch, but its pretty good. I encourage you all to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-858425583119802621?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/858425583119802621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=858425583119802621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/858425583119802621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/858425583119802621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/concert.html' title='Concert!'/><author><name>itsaliongetinthecar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754631594928824635</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-4440917947389400815.post-8559613798618627746</id><published>2007-04-21T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T09:29:51.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>The movie &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;300&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;  was a really good movie. It was filled with glory, honor, love, bravery, discipline, and blood. I don't recommend this movie to anyone who is squeamish, because in this movie there are scenes  with heads getting cut The movie is very graphic but is very good. The movie is more of a guys movie because it's kind of macho, but I went to go see it with my boyfriend and we both were really into it. We both talked about it after we saw it we also want to see it again. He still talks about it now, but he said he is just going to get the DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8559613798618627746?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8559613798618627746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8559613798618627746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8559613798618627746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8559613798618627746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314049368344777598</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-4440917947389400815.post-1019270318046315647</id><published>2007-04-19T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:05:30.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need more MONEY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have so much to do so much to pay for but not nearly enough money!!!! I'm thinking about getting two jobs just so I can get by. I want to get an apartment and a car but again &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hopefully I will find a better job this summer so I won't have to work two jobs, but if it is necessary I will work as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; jobs I need to work to get what I need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1019270318046315647?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1019270318046315647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1019270318046315647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1019270318046315647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1019270318046315647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/need-more-money.html' title='Need more MONEY!!!!!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314049368344777598</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-4440917947389400815.post-5600081748401964766</id><published>2007-04-19T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:11:29.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>It's the end of the semester and it seems like just last week was the first week of class..... Sike, this has been the longest couple of months of my life. I couldn't wait until the last week of class. Well I just want to say good luck to all my peers in every thing that you choose to get invovled in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-5600081748401964766?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5600081748401964766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=5600081748401964766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5600081748401964766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5600081748401964766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04410420570241171533</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-4440917947389400815.post-8890852513973891303</id><published>2007-04-19T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T06:57:23.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is wrong with young people</title><content type='html'>i always get upset when i see or hear young people (18-25 ish) complain about government and politics, or about how they dont like how things are going in the world.   it's like, dude DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!  GO VOTE, run for office, something.  Old people from about 50 on are the largest voting block in this country, and let's be honest, theyre going to croak way before any of us do. &lt;br /&gt;young people have GOT to get more active in political issues, whether it be environmental protection, protecting civil rights and liberites, or whatever.  find an issue that you like, and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired of being the only young person that has an interest in what goes on in the world.  we need to get less occupied by American Idol, Britney Spears, or Anna Nicole Smith, and more occupied with troop deployment, environmental pollution and government corruption.   in the end, which of those issues affects us more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8890852513973891303?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8890852513973891303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8890852513973891303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8890852513973891303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8890852513973891303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-wrong-with-young-people.html' title='what is wrong with young people'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333940551158707097</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-4440917947389400815.post-7254386950531673139</id><published>2007-04-18T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:15:52.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking</title><content type='html'>There is a huge parking issue on this campus. I wished that I can come to class one day and not have to worry about driving for at least 15 -30 minutes searching for a parking spot. I know that I am not the only person on this campus with this problem. I think that the parking structure and or the meters should be free for students. We pay enough in tution for this to be possbile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7254386950531673139?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7254386950531673139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7254386950531673139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7254386950531673139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7254386950531673139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/parking.html' title='Parking'/><author><name>Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04410420570241171533</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-4440917947389400815.post-8118290992882681970</id><published>2007-04-18T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T09:18:58.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SSSSSSOOOOOOOOO TIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am ssssooooooooo sleepy, exhausted, worn out, washed-out, drained, dead beat, out of it, getting ready to pass out on my feet, and sssssoooooooo very very very very and did I mentioned &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;It seems that no matter what I do to get some sleep or some rest it never seems to be enough!!!!!!!! I can't wait to finally get a fool day of rest and no worries at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8118290992882681970?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8118290992882681970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8118290992882681970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8118290992882681970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8118290992882681970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-ssssssooooooooo-tired.html' title='I AM SSSSSSOOOOOOOOO TIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314049368344777598</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-4440917947389400815.post-5911329758033124124</id><published>2007-04-18T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T07:13:00.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My music</title><content type='html'>I listen to just about any type of music except for heavy metal and classical. My favorite genres of music is R&amp;B and Neo Soul. These types of music is sootheing to the soul. I do know about anyone else but I don't like to get yelled at all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-5911329758033124124?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5911329758033124124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=5911329758033124124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5911329758033124124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5911329758033124124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-music.html' title='My music'/><author><name>Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04410420570241171533</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-4440917947389400815.post-2988222386207831617</id><published>2007-04-18T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T06:23:00.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's the end of class</title><content type='html'>Jill says that I should post a few more blogs.  I certainly hope to add a few points to my score by posting more blogs.  perhaps i'll get on that.  i still have a week to post some more stuff.  maybe i'll do that later or something, after i finish looking over the final project.  by the way, how's everyone else's project going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2988222386207831617?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2988222386207831617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2988222386207831617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2988222386207831617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2988222386207831617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-its-end-of-class.html' title='So it&apos;s the end of class'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333940551158707097</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-4440917947389400815.post-2698944607679584195</id><published>2007-04-18T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T05:44:08.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>I've been following Oprah for the past two days and its been interesting. I am pretty sure that EVERYONE knows that Imas got fired for calling the womens basketball team some "nappy headed hoes". Okay so Oprah gathered a few black activists to basically say that Imus felt okay with calling them "Nappy headed hoes" due to the disrespect that rappers show black females. The next day, she had Russell Simmons, Kevin Lyles and Common on the show to refute the activists opinions. The main point they made was acknowledging that rappers disrespecting women is a problem but it cant be solved by blaming the rappers and rappers wont change over night. A few young women from Spelman College were there via satalite telling their opinion. To a certain extent I agree with the young women but some of the things they said were unbelievable. Like one said when her friends go to the club and a song comes on like "Tip Drill: by Nelly, they stop in the middle of the dance floor and just stands there. A LIE!!! In conclusion i feel like if a woman acts like a bitch or a hoe then dont be mad when you are addressed like that. When a guy is like "hey bitch " or Hey Hoe I dont get offended because I know they arent refering to me. And if they are trying to refer to me, they can take the tongue that they are using to try and degrade me and #5^&amp;% t^7($@ &lt;a href="mailto:^8%&amp;amp;TY@$"&gt;mailto:^8%&amp;amp;TY@$&lt;/a&gt;@!!!!!! (be creative).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2698944607679584195?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2698944607679584195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2698944607679584195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2698944607679584195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2698944607679584195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>MeMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852753303598573224</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-4440917947389400815.post-4551943167638193047</id><published>2007-04-17T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:48:26.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after all these months of cold weather, we get a nice day.  Hopefully this warm weather will stick this time, and we wont have any more cold. I cant wait for the end of school however, so i can actually appreciate the weather, instead of being stuck inside practicing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-4551943167638193047?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4551943167638193047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=4551943167638193047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4551943167638193047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4551943167638193047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>itsaliongetinthecar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754631594928824635</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-4440917947389400815.post-5049249705804373345</id><published>2007-04-17T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T06:27:59.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus And religion</title><content type='html'>I think that campus should be open during every relgious holiday because if the unversity had to accomdate to every reigion out there the y would never be open. I think that it should be left up to the student whether they choose to attend class on that said holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-5049249705804373345?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5049249705804373345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=5049249705804373345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5049249705804373345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5049249705804373345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/campus-and-religion.html' title='Campus And religion'/><author><name>Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04410420570241171533</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-4440917947389400815.post-7128637848233796513</id><published>2007-04-17T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T06:32:52.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lengthening the school day</title><content type='html'>I don't agree with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lengthening&lt;/span&gt; the school day, because I believe it will be an negative for students. Because of adding the extra hour students might not want to learn as much. I believe by adding the extra hour, it will decrease the will to learn. This is why I don't agree with field of education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7128637848233796513?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7128637848233796513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7128637848233796513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7128637848233796513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7128637848233796513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/lengthening-school-day.html' title='Lengthening the school day'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04257807160699430490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-7394086717830627110</id><published>2007-04-17T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T06:17:05.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Uniforms</title><content type='html'>I support the idea of uniforms, because when students have too wear uniforms theirs not much jealousy about cloths. In high school some students can effort more expensive cloths and shoes than others. And this can sometimes cause problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7394086717830627110?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7394086717830627110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7394086717830627110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7394086717830627110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7394086717830627110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-uniforms.html' title='School Uniforms'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04257807160699430490</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-4440917947389400815.post-9194759827996065127</id><published>2007-04-15T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:14:45.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;        It is crazy to believe that we are already at the end of the class. I feel like I am so far behind in all my classes and that this week is going to be very hectic. Well here's to all of us that are stressed and can't wait for these next two weeks to be over!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-9194759827996065127?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/9194759827996065127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=9194759827996065127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/9194759827996065127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/9194759827996065127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow.html' title='wow!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110959750834352092</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-4440917947389400815.post-6348896196522374034</id><published>2007-04-13T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T15:43:01.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Of course i am going to say that i believe university's should not have class on major Christian holidays. I say this mainly because i would rather sleep than get up for class. Yes, it is lame but an extra day of sleep every once and a while is a relief. For others a majority of people in the U.S are christian and they should be able to celebrate, but then the problem is revealed. If we allow Christian holidays to not have school we have to do that with all the religions.That may indeed be too many holidays to let out of class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-6348896196522374034?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6348896196522374034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=6348896196522374034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6348896196522374034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6348896196522374034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110959750834352092</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-4440917947389400815.post-1381858962794277076</id><published>2007-04-12T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:47:57.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Car</title><content type='html'>My car is really good to me, but I don't think I should drive it far out.  I always rent cars when going to places like Cedar Point and Wisconsin Dells.  I think it is a good idea to rent cars, but my family feels that I spend to much money on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frivolous&lt;/span&gt; items.  I will probably keep renting cars, I just want to know if anyone else thinks that my idea is dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1381858962794277076?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1381858962794277076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1381858962794277076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1381858962794277076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1381858962794277076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-car.html' title='My Car'/><author><name>RMH1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09420000390925588198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-1989606954790611752</id><published>2007-04-11T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T17:11:46.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of TheOpera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chicagogigs.com/images/content/phantom-of-the-opera_phantom-of-the-opera_theatre_tickets_4626734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.chicagogigs.com/images/content/phantom-of-the-opera_phantom-of-the-opera_theatre_tickets_4626734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Favorite Movie is thePhantom og the Opera. It's about a Man who has lived his whole life below the theater. He falls for the lead soprano of the oprera house. she is in love with someone else and the phantom tries everything to keep them apart. In the end Love conquers all and the girl and the man she loves are together forever with no trouble from the phantom. The thing that I love most about the movie is the music. Also the romance of the movie is wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1989606954790611752?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1989606954790611752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1989606954790611752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1989606954790611752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1989606954790611752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/phantom-of-theopera.html' title='Phantom of TheOpera'/><author><name>bb4825</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389195573419322078</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-4440917947389400815.post-8504865509637490392</id><published>2007-04-11T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:50:54.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story!!</title><content type='html'>The Short story I picked was "The Visitor" by Lorie Wick. It's a christian romance story. That means that it's a romance story without the more risque parts and instead has people talking about God and scripture. The specific story which is in the 1800's is about a man who after a ridding accident looses his sight. While on vacation to rest and hopefully regain his sight he has one of the town wemon to come and read the bible to him. Over the next few weeks he struggles with his faith and learns that he is in love with the woman who has come to read to him every day. when he regains his sight he must chase her because she feels that she isn't pretty enough for him. He finds her and tells her that she is indeed beautiful and tells her that he is in love with her. They then get married and live basically happily ever after. I love this book and others like it beacause i'm a really big romantic. I love that I can read the book without blushing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8504865509637490392?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8504865509637490392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8504865509637490392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8504865509637490392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8504865509637490392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-story.html' title='Short Story!!'/><author><name>bb4825</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389195573419322078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-665162143826045084</id><published>2007-04-10T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:14:53.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our design plan!</title><content type='html'>Design Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: To make people aware of the different faces of domestic violence. Also to provide help and support to those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience: Anyone that is capable of being abused in a relationship. People that are seeking out help that have been in abusive relationships or are currently in an abusive relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organization:      &lt;br /&gt; Website&lt;br /&gt;Home Page 1    &lt;br /&gt;Defining and introducing the issue of domestic violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Signs Page 2&lt;br /&gt;List of the signs of domestic violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting Back Page 3 &lt;br /&gt;The steps to take to fight back. What you can do to get away from domestic violence and start a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimonies Page 4&lt;br /&gt;Stories of families and people who have dealt with abuse in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links Page 5 &lt;br /&gt;Provide links and additional help for the indented audience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-665162143826045084?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/665162143826045084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=665162143826045084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/665162143826045084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/665162143826045084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-design-plan.html' title='Our design plan!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110959750834352092</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-4440917947389400815.post-5163539217962604429</id><published>2007-04-09T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T14:09:48.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song</title><content type='html'>The song that brings back memories is Promise by Jagged Edge. This song came out when I was about sixteen and I was with this guy and this was our song. The funny thing is he was an asshole and the song was his complete opposite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-5163539217962604429?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5163539217962604429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=5163539217962604429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5163539217962604429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5163539217962604429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/song.html' title='The Song'/><author><name>Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04410420570241171533</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-4440917947389400815.post-4532038962728280577</id><published>2007-04-09T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:29:42.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should school let out on major Christian Holidays?</title><content type='html'>I think that school should let out on major christian holiday's. I think this because most people are christian and if they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; then their religion was formed from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;. A lot of people would be up set if they were not able to celebrate a day that was important to them and their family. If school were to continue on those holidays then those holidays will slowly lose their meaning to many people. Most of the holidays a re celebrated through out the whole world. So yes there should be no school on major christian holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-4532038962728280577?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4532038962728280577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=4532038962728280577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4532038962728280577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4532038962728280577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/should-school-let-out-on-major.html' title='Should school let out on major Christian Holidays?'/><author><name>lillllman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592120252919203497</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-4440917947389400815.post-2970057109201713293</id><published>2007-04-09T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:19:10.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Group Project Final dp.'/><title type='text'>Design Plan: Group Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chris Belcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brittany Griffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lawrence Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Design Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Statement of Purpose: Our group is trying to provide and prove that George Bush is a terrible president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Overall Strategies: Our strategy is to search various Internet sources, news articles, and magazine clips that has facts about George Bush and his flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Medium: Our medium will be a web page that will have all the information that we need to that Bush is a bad president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Arrangement: There will be one page that will have links to more web pages that will help explain all the bad decisions that Bush made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Page 1. Main Title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Different links that will have different opinions, facts, jokes, and what people think of Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Communication: We will use this web page to post facts on George Bush and tell everyone that he is not a good leader for this country. It will be funny and entertaining for all people who will visit but it will also present factual information&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Test: We will test this project by the response from our classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2970057109201713293?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2970057109201713293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2970057109201713293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2970057109201713293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2970057109201713293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/design-plan-group-project.html' title='Design Plan: Group Project'/><author><name>lillllman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592120252919203497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-4738164419902750450</id><published>2007-04-09T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T05:56:08.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBBOOOORED WHAT</title><content type='html'>how can u be bored..... we r learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still cant wait for class to enddddd.&lt;br /&gt;(i wonder if this counts as a blog post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-4738164419902750450?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4738164419902750450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=4738164419902750450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4738164419902750450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4738164419902750450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/bbboooored-what.html' title='BBBOOOORED WHAT'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</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-4440917947389400815.post-2625082682798972670</id><published>2007-04-06T06:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T06:14:52.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLLLOOOGGGGG</title><content type='html'>i'm just sitting in class bored.... so i thought i'd make a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who's all excited that class ends in 3 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU ARE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2625082682798972670?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2625082682798972670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2625082682798972670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2625082682798972670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2625082682798972670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/bllloooggggg.html' title='BLLLOOOGGGGG'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333940551158707097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-1919370154802551798</id><published>2007-04-02T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T05:31:57.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>My FAVORITE song is R.Kelly,TI and T-Pain "Imma Flirt Remix". This song really makes me dance a lot. The message that R. Kelly sends is that he going to flirt with your girlfriend no matter what. I mean at least he is being up front about how he feels. Sometimes I feel like that because if your boyfriend is in my face and is flirting, I will flirt back. Its bad but hey. On top of the lyrics, the beat is crazy!! Well my favorute song changes every week. Probably it will be different next week. Remember.."Imma Flirt!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1919370154802551798?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1919370154802551798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1919370154802551798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1919370154802551798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1919370154802551798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-favorite-song_02.html' title='My Favorite Song'/><author><name>MeMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852753303598573224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-7196622072804224209</id><published>2007-04-01T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:28:23.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite song</title><content type='html'>My favorite song is Summer time, by Will Smith. Thats the best song of all time in my opinion. It reminds me of all types of family reunions and picnics. It's about the summer time when it's warm outside and you are chillin with all of the people that you are close to. It reminds me of all of the care free summers I had as a young kid. It takes me back to when I didn't have to pay bills, worry about school, or go to work. Those were the good old days when I was never stressed out. That song makes me feel good and not worry about anything at that time and moment that I am listening to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7196622072804224209?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7196622072804224209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7196622072804224209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7196622072804224209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7196622072804224209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-favorite-song.html' title='My favorite song'/><author><name>lillllman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592120252919203497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-7061086181822024646</id><published>2007-04-01T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:22:21.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Back in the day, life was good.  I used to have no cares in the world and everyday was happy for me.  Of course, I got into my share of trouble, but everything was all good.  My days basically consisted of going to school and playing with my cousins and friends.  Now, I have to do everything.  I have to make sure my bills are all paid and I ahve to make sure all my enrollment papers in school are in order.  I wish things were easy since I am responsible for everything that happens now.  I wish that for one day, I did not have to worry about anything, but it seems like even when I am on a vacation, I still have to do work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7061086181822024646?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7061086181822024646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7061086181822024646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7061086181822024646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7061086181822024646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-days.html' title='The Old Days'/><author><name>RMH1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09420000390925588198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-221846154676710554</id><published>2007-04-01T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T07:05:47.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>It's hard for me to come up with my favorite song because i'm such a music freak and different songs mean something different to me.  My favorite all time song though is definately "Losing My Religion" by R.E.M.  it reminds me of my early days as a tiny tot.  But like i said, different songs have different meanings.  i really like "Disposable Teens" by marilyn manson.  it definately discribes high school life with bullies picking on the little geeky kid.  however, my senior year of high school cand definately be described by any number of missy elliot songs, primarily "Gossip Folks" or "Lose Control."  i was probably the only guy in my high school to openly admit to jamming to Missy Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, just about every song represents something in my life. those were just a few, i really could go on all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-221846154676710554?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/221846154676710554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=221846154676710554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/221846154676710554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/221846154676710554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/04/favorite-song.html' title='Favorite Song'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333940551158707097</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-4440917947389400815.post-8653616367297266611</id><published>2007-03-31T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:16:45.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do not like doing group projects. I think I do good work alone. It's like in every class, the instructors always put us in groups. I know I am not the only one who hates group projects because everytime an instructor brings up the word "group," there are always many sighs of distress. I know being in a group is a social thing and it does help people communicate better with others, but some people don't feel socially inclined to particpate in group activities. I am one of those people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8653616367297266611?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8653616367297266611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8653616367297266611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8653616367297266611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8653616367297266611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/group-projects.html' title='Group Projects'/><author><name>RMH1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09420000390925588198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-6624269614296580352</id><published>2007-03-31T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T15:57:32.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There are so many songs that bring me back to a past memory. The song &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Goodies&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ciara&lt;/span&gt; brings up so many memories of my high school days. I had a group of friends, about eight of us that would constantly hang out. My friend Jenny drove her mom's oversized van, and we all got together for the most part we just drove around in that car. We started developing games to play while we drove aimlessly, and even had this clapping sequence to go along with songs. I distinctly remember when the Goodies song came on how we all would sing so loud and to the people in the next lane. When my friend Jenny left for college in the fall it was quite hard on us all and whenever that song comes on I always reminise on the fun times we had hanging out our senior year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=BV5Lc7G928I"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=BV5Lc7G928I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-6624269614296580352?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6624269614296580352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=6624269614296580352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6624269614296580352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6624269614296580352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/memories.html' title='Memories!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110959750834352092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-7619623909425489957</id><published>2007-03-31T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T13:56:19.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argumentative Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This essay was actually very fun to do because it gave me insight on some of the pain that my granmother went through.  I found out some information about Alzheimer's that I did not know before.  Doing this essay inspired me to try to eat better and exercise.  I decided to help myself now because if I start early, I will be able to stop the onset of Alzheimer's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7619623909425489957?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7619623909425489957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7619623909425489957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7619623909425489957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7619623909425489957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/argumentative-essay.html' title='Argumentative Essay'/><author><name>RMH1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09420000390925588198</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-4440917947389400815.post-7584679778556646251</id><published>2007-03-31T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T13:48:55.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAFSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FASFA never grants gives me anything.  They only give me a small amount every year.  This year they granted me only $3,500 and last year they only $2,500.  I always have to take out major loans to pay for the rest of my school, so I guess I am trying to find a loophole.  I do get some scholarships, but it is never enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7584679778556646251?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7584679778556646251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7584679778556646251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7584679778556646251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7584679778556646251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/fafsa.html' title='FAFSA'/><author><name>RMH1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09420000390925588198</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-4440917947389400815.post-2198145799121270270</id><published>2007-03-30T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:32:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED A BETTER JOB!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am sick and tired of my motha freakin job!!!!! I don't get but $7:00 an hour and that is no were near enough for what I need to live a good comfortable life!!!! And then they have the nerve to cut my hours because their budget was low!! The people I work with don't make it no better either. It seems that I am never doing my all in all, and I'm just sick and tired of it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2198145799121270270?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2198145799121270270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2198145799121270270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2198145799121270270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2198145799121270270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/need-better-job.html' title='NEED A BETTER JOB!!!!!!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314049368344777598</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-4440917947389400815.post-4236038765375408140</id><published>2007-03-30T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:11:58.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN'T WAIT TILL THE SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was thinking about taking some summer classes this year but........ I change my mind real quick, cause I really need to focus on making more money so I won't be struggling as much as I have this year.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;This was my first year of college and all I can think about is the summer so I can get more rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-4236038765375408140?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4236038765375408140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=4236038765375408140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4236038765375408140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4236038765375408140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/cant-till-summer.html' title='CAN&apos;T WAIT TILL THE SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314049368344777598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-1556180863088240246</id><published>2007-03-30T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T15:19:41.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those Mornings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;       When I say that it was one of those mornings I'm sure you all know I'm referring to the morning when everything is going against you. I am pretty sure that everyone has had one but this morning surely topped my week. To start off I live about a half hour away and with traffic lately it has been taking about 45 minutes.As you all know class meets a 8:30 a.m on Fridays. I slept through my alarm and ended up waking up at 8:03a.m, obviously there was no chance of me being on time. I rushed to get ready for class which is very difficult for me. I flew to campus and just when I thought everything was not so bad it got 4 times worse. The route I take was down to one lane and not moving. After the lanes opened up I maneuvered around the best I could without pissing off everyone, I felt like the the guy in Office Space . I got through and made it to the parking structure 6 which is closest to class. As I pulled up it was about 8:50 and I was determined to get to class as soon as possible. I pulled up to swipe my card and enter the parking lot but realized with the rush in the morning I had forgotten to put money on my one card. I reversed and pulled up to an empty spot on the street to try to call someone close enough to a computer to add money. After finally finding someone in my contacts that was actually up I began to explain the process and had my debit card all ready to go. Is I believed I was reaching the "finish line" my wonderful phone lost signal. I sat there and flung my arms around my car hoping to find a signal, but no. Instead I had to drive around campus til finally my phone decided to pick up signal. I called my friend back and finally finished the transaction. I FINALLY parked and ran over to class. And I'm talking a Forest Gump run. I walked into class with barely any time left but the important part is I made it.And sorry for all those who presented today that I missed or walked through the middle of. And that is the end of my morning, hope everyone else had better luck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlzvqyBhpdE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlzvqyBhpdE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1556180863088240246?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1556180863088240246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1556180863088240246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1556180863088240246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1556180863088240246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-of-those-mornings.html' title='One of those Mornings!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110959750834352092</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-4440917947389400815.post-2476509192152980533</id><published>2007-03-29T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:03:23.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it HIS Tomb?</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many people in this class have looked into the so called discovery of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; Tomb, but I'm not sure about it. I mean they said their selves that the names Jesus, Mary, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Joesph&lt;/span&gt; and so on were very popular names back then, so in a way the tomb could belong to anyone. Also I haven't studied the Bible like I should or looked into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Resurrection&lt;/span&gt; of Jesus Christ but, I don't recall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hearing&lt;/span&gt; anything about what happened to his physical body after the three days. I mean did it just "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt;" "vanish"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2476509192152980533?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2476509192152980533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2476509192152980533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2476509192152980533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2476509192152980533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-it-his-tomb.html' title='Is it HIS Tomb?'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314049368344777598</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-4440917947389400815.post-976762754255787825</id><published>2007-03-28T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:57:42.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An enjoyable weekend</title><content type='html'>I went to  go check out, the movie The Hills have Eyes 2. It was an alright movie, the first one was much better though. But overall my weekend was pretty good, because I enjoyed it with a special f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;riend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-976762754255787825?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/976762754255787825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=976762754255787825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/976762754255787825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/976762754255787825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/enjoyable-weekend.html' title='An enjoyable weekend'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04257807160699430490</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-4440917947389400815.post-1135016635881212475</id><published>2007-03-28T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:47:32.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite songs that stood out for me is, me and my bitch; by The Notorious B.I.G. Just listening to the song mad me realize how my girl was so down for me. No matter what happened, she always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; by my side. So every time I heard the song me and my bitch, I  just thought about me and bitch, and the ride or die connection we had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1135016635881212475?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1135016635881212475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1135016635881212475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1135016635881212475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1135016635881212475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/favorite-song.html' title='Favorite Song'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04257807160699430490</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-4440917947389400815.post-4094281390565315850</id><published>2007-03-28T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T02:27:04.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>Some of my favorite songs that come to mind right away is Hotel California by the Eagles. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acoustic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;version&lt;/span&gt; brings the memory of hard word. The song is near seven minitues long and has a great rythem. Its flow helps me to prepare mentaly for any type of big event that may come up. This even includes sporting events.&lt;br /&gt;     A second great song that comes to mind is In The Sky by TI. It brings back memorys of my gandparents and uncle that have died. Its considered a rap song, but it doesnt swear and is nothing like any rap today that you may hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-4094281390565315850?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4094281390565315850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=4094281390565315850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4094281390565315850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/4094281390565315850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>jdubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00482371221818691392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-1437814732309387809</id><published>2007-03-27T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:43:21.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House (My Critical Anaylsis)</title><content type='html'>This series is about an over zealous doctor and the many miracles that he performs. House is not quite ER or Grey's Anatomy but it is interesting. The highlight of this show is how the main character Dr. House is a jerk to everyone including the patients and still has a job to come back to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1437814732309387809?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1437814732309387809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1437814732309387809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1437814732309387809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1437814732309387809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/house-my-critical-anaylsis.html' title='House (My Critical Anaylsis)'/><author><name>Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04410420570241171533</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-4440917947389400815.post-1912400035902701412</id><published>2007-03-26T05:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T06:10:21.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another pointless blog</title><content type='html'>im behind a blog so i will talk about the most random thing.&lt;br /&gt;i just read someones essay because i didnt have mine done, and i relize i do the same thing. his essay was about how dangerous it is to talk on a cell phone and dtive, and text message to. i know it is dangerous and i know it is wrong but im a teen im prone to make mistakes. but im tryin to be a little more safe like useing a bluetooth and not reply to messages anymore. i do however agree with that persons topic, because many accidents do happen because of poeple taking there eyes off the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1912400035902701412?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1912400035902701412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1912400035902701412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1912400035902701412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1912400035902701412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-pointless-blog.html' title='another pointless blog'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</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-4440917947389400815.post-6413406406450706373</id><published>2007-03-26T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T05:20:52.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NOT WATCH THIS MOVIE</title><content type='html'>The hills have eyes two was one of the worst movies I have yet seen, I went to the movies yesterday and thought it would be a nice scary movie, but it was mostly disgusting and definitely not one to see on a date. But it was a waste of my good hard earned money and please take my advice to not see it. I thought that maybe the first one was better since I never seen it but I also heard that the first one was retarded to. The worst part is how at the end it still continues for a part 3 but lets all pray and hopefully there will be no such thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-6413406406450706373?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6413406406450706373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=6413406406450706373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6413406406450706373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6413406406450706373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-not-watch-this-movie.html' title='DO NOT WATCH THIS MOVIE'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</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-4440917947389400815.post-5370066478733733236</id><published>2007-03-22T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:19:13.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical Analysis</title><content type='html'>I'm doing my anaysis on a book I read called Daddys Little Girl. The author is telling me that that living the fast life and being spoiled will set you up for failure in the real world. Some of the main points were that by not working for the things you have can be bad for you. The evidence the author presented was very liable because some of the text was from her past. I take it that some of it was believable. The authors standpoint is that young women should not rely on a man to do everything for them. That doing some things on their own will help them build a great foundation for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion was correct I feel because I see some of the things that she talks about everyday. I agree with the author because she first hand went through some of the situations and I have went through some of the same situations. i dissagree with her because she sometimes made light of some of the situations, when knowingly, her opinion was wrong. The strengths of the text was that she actually went through the situations so she knows frist hand. Some of the weaknesses were that she sometimes overexagerated the situations and down played some also. Overall the book was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-5370066478733733236?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5370066478733733236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=5370066478733733236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5370066478733733236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5370066478733733236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/critical-analysis.html' title='Critical Analysis'/><author><name>MeMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852753303598573224</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-4440917947389400815.post-350075914060066902</id><published>2007-03-21T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:46:32.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalahari Waterpark Resorts</title><content type='html'>This Spring Break, I had the pleasure of going to Kalahari Waterpark in Sandusky, OH.  For anyone who hasn't gone before, I think this would be a fun place to just go strictly to relax.  There are many places where one culd let loose such as the spa, nightclub, bar, and restuarants.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun staying by the pool.  If anyone is interested in visiting this resort, visit there website at &lt;a href="http://www.kalahariresorts.com"&gt;www.kalahariresorts.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-350075914060066902?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/350075914060066902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=350075914060066902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/350075914060066902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/350075914060066902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/kalahari-waterpark-resorts.html' title='Kalahari Waterpark Resorts'/><author><name>RMH1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09420000390925588198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-7154816621978615678</id><published>2007-03-21T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:22:09.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;               Well I finally just realized how behind i am on all my blogs. So to make a long story short i will most likely be writing a lot and about the topics we had about a month ago. Sorry!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7154816621978615678?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7154816621978615678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7154816621978615678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7154816621978615678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7154816621978615678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Danni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110959750834352092</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-4440917947389400815.post-5082029102643805312</id><published>2007-03-21T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T06:02:00.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>impounded car</title><content type='html'>whata  fun spring break i had, until this weekend. i was shopping at lakeside mall on saturday morning and i came out and my car was gone, i guess i was parked inncorrectly. so i had to go down to sterling heights police center and find my car. well it was in the impound lot and they were closed until monday. so i forgot my phone and bookbag in my car and i couldnt get them. and stupid me i dont remember any numbers so i was stuck in sterling heights and had to find a way home. so i called my boss , cause thats the only number i knew, so i finally got home like at 930, and i didnt hear the last of it from my mom, so i finally got my car on monday and had to pay like 250 dollars. the worst part was not having my phone for three days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-5082029102643805312?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5082029102643805312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=5082029102643805312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5082029102643805312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5082029102643805312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/impounded-car.html' title='impounded car'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</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-4440917947389400815.post-7798121340544313669</id><published>2007-03-20T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:24:39.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural</title><content type='html'>I wonder if anyone watches Supernatural on the CW.  I think that Supernatural is a really good show, but since the ratings are down, the network is planning to pull it off the air.  This is a great show and I really hope that it stays on TV.  Everyone should tune in and see what's so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-7798121340544313669?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7798121340544313669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=7798121340544313669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7798121340544313669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/7798121340544313669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/supernatural.html' title='Supernatural'/><author><name>RMH1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09420000390925588198</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-4440917947389400815.post-8889926622621184400</id><published>2007-03-16T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T14:05:37.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Writers</title><content type='html'>Me and my cousin went to go see the movie "Freedom Writers" at the dollar show. The movie was very good. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; about a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher who really tries to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;involve&lt;/span&gt;, understand, and expose them to new things in the students lives. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; the movie because my cousin had to pick up her boyfriend from work, but I do intend to go back to watch the movie again and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; it to the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8889926622621184400?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8889926622621184400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8889926622621184400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8889926622621184400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8889926622621184400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/freedom-writers.html' title='Freedom Writers'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314049368344777598</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-4440917947389400815.post-6886135201777358946</id><published>2007-03-09T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T05:49:46.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Topic for my my Dialogue</title><content type='html'>The topic for my dialogue was the death penalty. I choose that for my topic because it would be more interesting than what is the best way to travel (Which was my original topic). I was the only person that choose this topic. My topic was a good dialogue because the death penalty is a very interesting topic that many people have different views on. I had four different view points. There is a stay at home mother who is about thirty years old. A twenty year old college student, a innocent man who was falsely acused of murder. And a potateo farmer. The story takes place in Idaho at a grocery store the day before thanks giving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-6886135201777358946?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6886135201777358946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=6886135201777358946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6886135201777358946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6886135201777358946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/topic-for-my-my-dialogue.html' title='The Topic for my my Dialogue'/><author><name>lillllman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592120252919203497</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-4440917947389400815.post-6996274153398176088</id><published>2007-03-06T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:34:49.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story Topic</title><content type='html'>My topic for my short story is based on this book I read sometime last year called Jason &amp; Kyra. It is a very good book and story line. It is about these two young adults who are in their last year of high school who end up falling in love with each other. I feel that this was a real good book because it shows that real love can be found at a young age even though it is rare it does exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-6996274153398176088?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6996274153398176088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=6996274153398176088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6996274153398176088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6996274153398176088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/short-story-topic.html' title='Short Story Topic'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314049368344777598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-5897622834972256689</id><published>2007-03-05T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:44:38.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.R.E.A.M</title><content type='html'>Cash rules everything around me, cream get the money dollar dollar bills &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt;. This is a classic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quote by the wu tang clan. Which I agree 100% on, but why do people love money so much? Why do people feel their life is better off if they' re rich. I feel that money makes the world go round. And with out it your life can't be complete. That's why I work hard to better my self. I can't be out here starving, I gotta eat!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-5897622834972256689?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5897622834972256689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=5897622834972256689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5897622834972256689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/5897622834972256689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/cream.html' title='C.R.E.A.M'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04257807160699430490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-2671724185528943886</id><published>2007-03-05T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:12:34.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring break</title><content type='html'>I am so looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foward&lt;/span&gt; to spring break. All this school work is kinda stressing me out. That is why I plan to chill out and, just relax, and enjoy the little time I have from school. I'm also looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;foward&lt;/span&gt; to getting rid of this snow and cold weather. I love the spring and summer weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-2671724185528943886?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2671724185528943886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=2671724185528943886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2671724185528943886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/2671724185528943886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring break'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04257807160699430490</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-4440917947389400815.post-3372482392175835324</id><published>2007-03-05T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T05:34:26.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>over the week</title><content type='html'>i guess were suppose to write about something interesting that happened to us over our week of,,,,,,, not much at my end , but going to  my other class and working,, but i also got a second job now at the cvs right on campus. yeah im working in the pharmarcy trying to learn the whole routine, well ifu havent guessed im going into pre-pharm so wish me the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-3372482392175835324?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3372482392175835324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=3372482392175835324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3372482392175835324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3372482392175835324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/over-week.html' title='over the week'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</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-4440917947389400815.post-1595366610495969888</id><published>2007-03-05T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T05:27:10.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>three blogs behind</title><content type='html'>hellllo class,, yeah im basicaally three blogs behind so ur going to see me post alot of useless knowledge, sooo i thing that i remeber is how everyone told me to take the years of high school and make them ur funniest becuase after that ur life is over,,,,, i never believed them but its true in high school i had so much more fun then in wsu(not trying to put wsu down) but i have no time for anything and its said,,,,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-1595366610495969888?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1595366610495969888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=1595366610495969888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1595366610495969888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/1595366610495969888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/three-blogs-behind.html' title='three blogs behind'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13146309449486728406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-3748958067274798370</id><published>2007-03-04T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T05:23:24.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann Coulter</title><content type='html'>If you aren't already familiar with Ann Coulter, do yourself the honor of not familiarizing yourself with her. She is the most hateful, evil woman I think I've ever heard speak. She said that the widows of the 9/11 attacks were glad to their husbands died so they can get money, along with a list of horrid things. This week at a white-trash-republican convention, she called Senator Edwards a "Faggot." Honestly, what the hell. I thought this was a word we used in middle school when we made fun of the nerdy kid. But Ms. Coulter turned it into a hurtful word for her own selfish reasons. The worst part about this though, is that she isn't being critisized enough by the media. Had she called Senator Obama, a "Nigger" you know all Hell would break loose and that she wouldn't be making any public speeches any time soon. Unfortunately for gays in this country, they've become the scapegoat for a whole list of problems, including the breakdown of the American family, and the lack of religion in school. Ann Coulter is nothing more than a scared little girl with a hateful heart and no soul. She seems so confident that "Faggots" are going to Hell. If anyone's lucky, she'll get there first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-3748958067274798370?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3748958067274798370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=3748958067274798370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3748958067274798370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3748958067274798370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/ann-coulter.html' title='Ann Coulter'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333940551158707097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-6719234617445129097</id><published>2007-03-01T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:40:24.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SSSSOOOOOOO LATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;trying to do my short story!!!! Don't laugh at me!! I know it was do like three weeks ago, but it seems like whenever I try and start to do the darn thing something comes up. Sometimes I feel that life passes too quickly and at the same time doesn't move quick enough. Like with this paper I wish I could freeze time so I could finish the paper, and then I wish I could speed up time to get past school and on to living my life in my career.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-6719234617445129097?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6719234617445129097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=6719234617445129097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6719234617445129097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/6719234617445129097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/03/ssssooooooo-late.html' title='SSSSOOOOOOO LATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314049368344777598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-8757027197844301710</id><published>2007-02-27T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:47:27.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Life to Live</title><content type='html'>One Life to Live is an okay show, but sometimes the story lines are pretty slow.  I really want to see if Todd finds out that little Tommy is his son and I want to see if they let Nash and Jessica finally get together.  The other story lines are really long and boring to, so actually I don't know why I am still watching it.   I have missed a lot of shows because of classes, but everytime I do get to watch, they are always still on the same story.  I guess, I don't know what to think of the show.  I know I will still watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8757027197844301710?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8757027197844301710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8757027197844301710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8757027197844301710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8757027197844301710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-life-to-live.html' title='One Life to Live'/><author><name>RMH1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09420000390925588198</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-4440917947389400815.post-8141481234554903446</id><published>2007-02-20T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T17:47:50.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am an American idol fan and I try to watch every season but this season is the worst by far. Where is the talent? I mean this season is not filled with as much talent as the other seasons. I think American Idol has lost its edge. Everyone sounds the same to me. What the producers of this show need to do is hire me as a judge because the ones they have now are slackin'. I know that it is the beginning but whatever happened to starting things off with a bang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-8141481234554903446?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8141481234554903446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=8141481234554903446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8141481234554903446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/8141481234554903446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/02/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04410420570241171533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440917947389400815.post-3354707330864188665</id><published>2007-02-19T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:11:03.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue topic</title><content type='html'>I choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seat belts&lt;/span&gt; as a topic for my dialogue. I feel its a good topic because theirs two sides to the argument. Some people feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seat belts&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uncomfortable,&lt;/span&gt; and that its better to drive without them. Then you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; other side that feels that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;seat belts&lt;/span&gt; are very important and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to wear when driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-3354707330864188665?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3354707330864188665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=3354707330864188665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3354707330864188665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/3354707330864188665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/02/dialogue-topic_19.html' title='Dialogue topic'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04257807160699430490</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-4440917947389400815.post-896580327157943224</id><published>2007-02-19T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:16:25.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy's</title><content type='html'>I didn't watch the Grammes, but I heard that they were real good. I saw the clip on Yahoo Lunch Music Videos, the performance of Justin Timberlake and the finalist of the My Grammy Moment. That girl could really blow! She had a very pretty voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440917947389400815-896580327157943224?l=designingcomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/feeds/896580327157943224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440917947389400815&amp;postID=896580327157943224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/896580327157943224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440917947389400815/posts/default/896580327157943224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designingcomp.blogspot.com/2007/02/grammys.html' title='Grammy&apos;s'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314049368344777598</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></feed>
