<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082</id><updated>2009-02-20T17:19:08.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><subtitle type='html'>"Reach," she said, "for no one else but YOU, 'cause you won't turn away, when someone else is gone." - Long Day, Matchbox 20</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-113695079875906908</id><published>2006-01-10T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:41:16.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Nudity in Films (This is a Rant)</title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gents…I feel a rant coming on.  Just a warning.  It feels like the past week or so my mind has been bombarded with unrelenting images of fake breasts and “willing” females…whether during regular television watching (yes, Girls Gone Wild commercials at EVERY break do get old), regular comedy movies, or in reviews of current releases that I’m considering seeing.  Now you can call me a prude if you wish, say that my mind has been brainwashed by uptight American standards of morality, or claim that I have a “problem” with nudity, though it is a natural and beautiful thing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify what my problem is, because it’s not with artistic or natural nudity.  I’ve seen plenty of films where nudity was used in a responsible way to enhance the story and to make a film more realistic.  These include Titanic, Shakespeare in Love, and Schindler’s List.  All of these films use REAL female AND male bodies to create a realistic portrayal of the events that are taking place.  These films use nudity in an artistic way, and I have absolutely no issue with this.  So what DO I have a problem with?  Nudity in films such as American Pie, Eurotrip, and the new release Hostel.   Why do I pick on these?  Because the nudity is forced and it is fake.  The situations are unrealistic, and the women used in these films are paper thin, surgically enhanced, airbrushed versions of real women.  Frankly, comparing these films to art is offensive to me.  It's like comparing Hugh Hefner with Picasso.  I don't think so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: In Eurotrip (a film which I own and think is hilarious, by the way, so don’t think that this is based on a dislike of the film), a dorky guy jumps into a hot tub with a girl in a bikini.  He then tells her that she has “something” on her breast and convinces her to remove her top and rub it in front of him.  Maybe I went to the wrong parties in highschool, but I doubt this was a common situation.  And even less often, I doubt that the girls looked like this!  Yeah, implants seem to be a requirement for women to get parts in movies like these.  And why’s that?  Because men like it.  Let’s not beat around the bush.  And why shouldn’t they?  These women are physically “perfect.”  Their breasts are huge, their waists are small.  They’re ditzy and have no qualms about removing their clothes and sleeping with any guy who stumbles into the hot tub/hotel room/shower… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what effect does this have on the average teenage/twenty something female?  Well I can’t speak for everyone, but as a nineteen year old girl I can speak for myself.   I’m 5’7” and I weigh right around 120 pounds.  Most days I look at my body and hate it.   My hips are too wide, my breasts are too small.  My butt is huge.  Sad but true.   And why do I feel this way?  It probably comes from all the times I’ve settled and watched these films with previous boyfriends…watched as their eyes bugged out.  Seen the posters that guys post on their walls.  Seen banners on websites with scantily clad models asking men to click.   And I think the biggest issue is that men don’t even know the damage these images cause to women.  Men are the targets, women are the victims.  I was disgusted recently to watch a show where a seventeen year old girl, who was thin and had a great body, bought breast implants because she felt she wasn’t pretty enough to keep up with celebritites.  How sad is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I propose?  Nothing I guess.  I don’t think that American cinema is going to change as long as hordes of males can be lured to spend millions of dollars to watch a film loaded with silicone breasts and Barbie doll figures.  But maybe men will eventually see the damage that is being done to the beautiful women they care about by such films and will avert their eyes or God forbid opt for a film with a plot.  Maybe.  We’ll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now stepping off of my soapbox.  Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-113695079875906908?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113695079875906908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=113695079875906908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/113695079875906908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/113695079875906908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2006/01/re-nudity-in-films-this-is-rant.html' title='Re: Nudity in Films (This is a Rant)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-113341420933346737</id><published>2005-11-30T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:16:49.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Already?</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe how quickly this year has flown by.  So many changes have taken place I can scarcely believe it.  When I think back to where I was a year ago...crazy.  It's been great though, I've got to say.  The first few months of this year were pretty trying, with family problems, a major breakup and the death of a close friend.  But school has been amazing, I've made some new friends and caught up with one special friend from home in particular ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some good news today: turns out that one of my short stories is going to be published in Liberty's literary magazine this semester, so I'm excited.  I've been selected to read my work before at different events, but I've never actually been published, so it's really an honor.  I may post the story here when I receive a copy of it from home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life marches on.  I've been struggling with strep throat for several weeks now...just can't seem to shake it.  The semester ends in just two weeks and then I'm home to California for a month.  I really can't wait!  I'll check in again soon...I hope everyone is enjoying the Christmas season thusfar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-113341420933346737?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113341420933346737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=113341420933346737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/113341420933346737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/113341420933346737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/11/december-already.html' title='December Already?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-113132244888285391</id><published>2005-11-06T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:14:08.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kourtney Update...</title><content type='html'>A lot of people have been stumbling upon my site due to the remarks I made about the death of my friend, Kourtney Ketchersid, in April.  If anyone is interested in an update on the murder trial of her killer, &lt;a href="http://www.sacbee.com/content/community_news/roseville/story/13785120p-14626867c.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; is an October article from the Sacramento Bee.  Please keep Kourtney's family and friends in your prayers through the holidays and as the trial commences after Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-113132244888285391?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113132244888285391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=113132244888285391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/113132244888285391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/113132244888285391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/11/kourtney-update.html' title='Kourtney Update...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-113131395327407298</id><published>2005-11-06T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:01:59.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall In Virginia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b112/angel8035/November%205/DSCN2809.jpg" height=200 align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks into my fall here in Virginia, and I've decided that fall is by far my FAVORITE season. It's just amazing here - the weather, the trees...perfect. Granted, I'd never give up California as home, but these past few days have definitely been tempting me. I've been so impressed by all that God is doing here, with me. I'm content. It's been a while since I've been able to say that. Yes, there are people I would love to be spending time with at home, but I know that whatever is meant to be will be. I'm not pushing it. I think life should not be so complicated as everyone makes it out to be. I'm just happy to be breathing and healthy (sort of ;) and happy. God is amazing, isn't He?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-113131395327407298?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/113131395327407298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=113131395327407298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/113131395327407298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/113131395327407298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/11/fall-in-virginia.html' title='Fall In Virginia...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-112783619626876779</id><published>2005-09-27T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T08:49:56.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The College Life</title><content type='html'>Lynchburg, Virginia.  I know what you must be thinking: "WTF?  Why leave beautiful California to go to podunk Lynchburg?"  WELL, so far there are some amazing things I've found out about this part of the country that differ from home. These include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* People SMILE at you when you walk past them.  Many even say "hello."&lt;br /&gt;* Guys open doors.  I'm not even kidding!  And they take girls trays up in the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;* Prices are low.  Name one theater in Cali where you can see a movie for 75 cents.&lt;br /&gt;* The roads are amazing...and there's no traffic!&lt;br /&gt;* Everything here is GREEN.  Even in August.&lt;br /&gt;* I don't have to wonder whether or not the pretty girl I just saw walking down the street is really a man...&lt;br /&gt;* I've learned a lot of really cool words from my New England friends including frequent use of the word "wicked."&lt;br /&gt;* Hockey is AWESOME!  I've got a friend on the team and the roadtrips to see his games are so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not all great here though, and there are certainly some things I miss about California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Waiting in line for hours while the cashier talks to the old lady in front of you is FRUSTRATING to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;~ It says "YIELD" not stop!!!&lt;br /&gt;~ Speed limit = 55.  Virginia drivers drive 50.&lt;br /&gt;~ Speed limit = 65.  California drivers drive 80.&lt;br /&gt;~ I miss my job :(  And I miss the pizza!&lt;br /&gt;~ A certain guy has come back into my life recently...but unfortunately he lives back home.&lt;br /&gt;~ My family is also far away...and my CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all I have for now.  More updates soon...I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-112783619626876779?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112783619626876779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=112783619626876779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112783619626876779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112783619626876779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/09/college-life.html' title='The College Life'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-112646721796850518</id><published>2005-09-11T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T12:33:37.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/836/1177/1600/flagsandtowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/836/1177/320/flagsandtowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church this morning I was reminded of today’s historic date.  Four years ago on an unremarkable Tuesday morning in September, the world changed forever.  I can remember just where I was when disaster struck.  It was 5:45 in the morning.  For some reason I was awake and eating breakfast before school.  My mom came in and turned on the TV saying something about a plane hitting one of the Twin Towers.  My family sat there for a few minutes, not really realizing the severity of this event, and discussed whether it must have been some sort of an accident.  It was at this point, live on the news, that the second plane flew into the other tower.  We watched in horror as the reporters reacted to the events.  I watched for over an hour as the media picked up on the story.  The first tower fell before I left for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing to me how many people seem to have forgotten those days.  Do you remember flags waving at every home and business?  Do you remember smiling at strangers as you walked down the street, just because you were both American?  Do you remember flying a flag on the antenna of your car?  What about the candle light vigils?  If nothing else, do you recall the looks on the faces of those who lost their loved ones that morning?  How easily we get caught up in the “issues.”   What should be done to retaliate?  Have we gone too far?  Well let me tell you this: Orphaned children are not an “issue.”  Widowed men and women are not an “issue.”  Families lost their children, parents, husbands, wives, brothers or sisters.  Friends were lost.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can we take a collective breath, as a country, and remember that this day is not about controversy or war.  This day is about a nation coming together to lift up those who are in pain.  Not just the September 11th families, though four years is certainly not enough time to close up the wounds from that day.  There are those among us now who have nothing.  There has been another horrible disaster, just as unforeseeable, and just as deadly.  The people in the Deep South are hurting now.  So as we, as the 9/11 generation stop to think on the events of four years ago today, let’s gather together once more and reach out to our American family in need.  Let’s not look for someone to blame but instead look for ways to help.  It’s the least we can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-112646721796850518?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112646721796850518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=112646721796850518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112646721796850518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112646721796850518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-church-this-morning-i-was-reminded.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-112356542405797136</id><published>2005-08-08T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:30:24.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving!</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning at six AM my flight to Virginia leaves.  I won't be back to Cali till Thanksgiving!  I'm very excited but also nervous.  It will be strange not knowing anybody, but my roommate seems really nice, so it should be okay :)  If not, I'll run  home crying to my mommy!  I got good news by email today, though.  Liberty University has loosened up their dress codes.  Class dress now includes jeans (yes!!), capris, and flip flops!  I'm so excited.  The dress code was really freaking me out, but this is so much better!  Well, I'll keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-112356542405797136?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112356542405797136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=112356542405797136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112356542405797136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112356542405797136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-leaving.html' title='I&apos;m leaving!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-112106149127052155</id><published>2005-07-10T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T22:58:11.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and the Beast...</title><content type='html'>So tonight I found myself immersed in the high culture of Sacramento.  That's right, I saw Disney's Beauty and the Beast - The Broadway Musical - at the Music Circus.  The reason I love musical theater, I think, is because it is something I will never be able to do.  It is out of reach.  Even though the producers of American Idol are constantly pounding on my door, begging me to audition, and throwing money at me to come and perform on their show, I would never be happy as a "commercial" success.  The theater is the place for me, but I'm afraid I just don't have the vocal range.  I mean, come on...there's no way I could handle the notes in "Be Our Guest."  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I shall be content to drive downtown a few times a year and watch others live out my dream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, Beauty and the Beast is GORGEOUS if you ever get the chance to see it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-112106149127052155?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112106149127052155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=112106149127052155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112106149127052155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112106149127052155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/07/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty and the Beast...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-112001692224942582</id><published>2005-06-28T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:48:42.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Old Glory...</title><content type='html'>A topic that's been hot on the news lately is the controversy over flag burning in the US.  I feel compelled to address this subject for numerous reasons.  First, many in my family have served in the armed services for this country, second, I have several friends involved in the military at this moment, and third, because I have a big mouth and an opinion on everything and this is my blog so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I was out in my front yard, painting a swastika on my garage door and torching an image of Martin Luther King, Jr. when someone came by and said that I shouldn't be doing those things because they are "offensive."  And I was like "Yeah, but this is a free country and I can do whatever I want so there!  And besides, I'm trying to prove a point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, none of that happened, but seriously, if you saw me standing in front of my house committing heinous acts against humanity as described above, would you be interested in hearing my opinion?  I wouldn't.  So why does anyone think that offending somebody is the way to persuade?  If you have a point to prove, prove it.  Don't waste my time by provoking me.  Aren't you burning the flag of the country we live in to protest violence?  Then why are you trying to hurt other people with your actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I just say, thank God you live in the very country whose flag you are burning, because in most of the places we are currently fighting, you would be thrown in prison and possibly killed for your actions.  Do I think that flag burning should be made illegal?  No.  That is the beauty of this country.  You are allowed the freedom to offend anybody you want here.  But don't expect me to listen to you, mofo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-112001692224942582?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112001692224942582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=112001692224942582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112001692224942582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112001692224942582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/06/burning-old-glory.html' title='Burning Old Glory...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-112001323095774371</id><published>2005-06-28T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:47:10.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices...</title><content type='html'>Whose choice was it?&lt;br /&gt;Not mine...&lt;br /&gt;to lose a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Not his...&lt;br /&gt;to lose a love.&lt;br /&gt;Not theirs...&lt;br /&gt;To lose a child.&lt;br /&gt;Whose choice was it?&lt;br /&gt;Not yours...&lt;br /&gt;to lose your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose choice?&lt;br /&gt;His choice...&lt;br /&gt;His decision...&lt;br /&gt;Your life.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile.&lt;br /&gt;He lives.&lt;br /&gt;You're gone.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of choice is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-112001323095774371?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/112001323095774371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=112001323095774371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112001323095774371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/112001323095774371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/06/choices.html' title='Choices...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-111924297503957517</id><published>2005-06-19T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:41:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!!!</title><content type='html'>I found out yesterday that I got accepted to the Honors program at Liberty.  I had myself all set up for the answer to be "no" because I hadn't heard from them yet and school starts in just two months.  To get in I had to be in the top 10% of my highschool class, have a highschool GPA of 3.5 or better, get two letters of recommendation from highschool teachers, and write a five page essay on "What I hope to gain from an Honors education at Liberty."  And considering I wrote my essay right after I got home from Kourtney's funeral (it had to be postmarked by that day), I'm really shocked they let me in!  To be honest I was in such a fog I kind of forgot what I wrote.  If I find it I may post it here (depending on how bad it really is :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the program gets me a $3500 a year scholarship (which I REALLY need) and all I have to do is maintain my grades and take two honors seminars a term.  So I'm soooo happy.  But now I have to rearrange my schedule, which was all set, but oh well.  Yay!!!  Congratulate me if you see me, cause I'm happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-111924297503957517?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/111924297503957517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=111924297503957517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/111924297503957517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/111924297503957517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-news.html' title='Good News!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-111791964464591364</id><published>2005-06-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:30:31.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Kourtney</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coolriverpizza.com/kourtney1.jpg" width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time slowly passes, I am able more and more to think of my friend Kourtney Ketchersid with smiles instead of tears.  She was a beautiful, funny, smart young woman who, unfortunately, was taken from us much too young.  Her memory, though, will never be forgotten.  I see her in the people she was closest to...her friends, who I am lucky enough to call my own friends.  Her light continues to shine through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage everyone, whether you were lucky enough to know Kourtney, or if you stumbled upon this site by accident, to think of her before ever getting behind the wheel of a car while intoxicated.  The pain that was caused by one young man's selfish decision will never be fully healed, especially in the hearts of her family and close friends.  Please, I beg of you, be responsible.  It is not just your own life you are risking.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;In Loving Memory of Kourtney Ketchersid (1984 - 2005)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coolriverpizza.com/kourtney2.jpg" width=100&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.coolriverpizza.com/kourtney3.jpg" width=200&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.coolriverpizza.com/kourtney4.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave your thoughts, if you'd like.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-111791964464591364?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/111791964464591364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=111791964464591364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/111791964464591364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/111791964464591364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-kourtney.html' title='For Kourtney'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13408082.post-111786700306267593</id><published>2005-06-03T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:36:43.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally bit the big one and got myself a blog.  I'll be heading away to school in a few short months, and I figure this is a good way to keep family and friends informed about what's going on in my oh-so-exciting life.  Everyone knows how bad I am with returning phone calls, so this is much better, I think!  Check back soon...I'm still learning how this thing works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13408082-111786700306267593?l=long-day.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/feeds/111786700306267593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13408082&amp;postID=111786700306267593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/111786700306267593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13408082/posts/default/111786700306267593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://long-day.blogspot.com/2005/06/welcome_03.html' title='Welcome!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653200980633703306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17985794761529395570'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>