<?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-3355518625993761208</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:57:14.352-07:00</updated><category term='facebook'/><category term='obama'/><category term='live'/><category term='barack obama'/><category term='None'/><category term='Gimp'/><category term='Dune'/><category term='nerd techy'/><category term='zombies'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Heres my life..'/><category term='frank herbert'/><category term='makes'/><category term='xbox'/><category term='madden 08'/><category term='election 08'/><category term='freeware'/><category term='Hello'/><title type='text'>Just Another Mediocre Blog.</title><subtitle type='html'>A Flyboy With His Head In The Clouds</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-5468824777434830902</id><published>2010-06-23T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:29:33.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Drowning</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;These past few days life has really started getting to me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No horrible tragedy has befalled me. Its just the million little things that seem to destroy me. Im so tired of work. The job i love. I am so content when i'm creating something. The tap tap tap of the blade striking the cutting board is soothing. I drift into my own little world as i chop away at bell pepper after bell pepper Its peacefull. Until someone comes and interrupts my wonderfull little utopia. To tell me a story i could care less about, to ask me to do some menial task that they are too lazy to do. Im just so tired of the politics. My mind screams for me to tell them to leave me alone and let me work. But the words that escape my lips are always polite and friendly. A certain co-worker seems to be the main reason i dread work lately. She's a senior airmen who hasnt even gone through adls yet. But, she thinks that she can pull rank on me. Honey, i dont respect staffs so why in gods name would i listen to you? If it was a reasonable request i would do it without a second thought. But its only the stuff she is too lazy to do herself. And its not even the task sometimes its how she asks. For example today: "Airman Herrington, Go sweep and mop the office. After all you contributed to the mess the most." First off, i had been on the floor all day. I was prepping my items since six am. I didnt even go in the office to check my email. However she had been in there bullshitting on her cell phone all day... i did it without complaint. And i didnt even recieve a thank you. Thats the shit that really pisses me off. Youre a airman just like me but act as though youre a god damn chief. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Enough of my whining. I feel like a middle school girl crying about my life like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its time to drown my sorrows with my favorite O-3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-5468824777434830902?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5468824777434830902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=5468824777434830902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5468824777434830902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5468824777434830902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2010/06/drowning.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-4909929692315645033</id><published>2010-05-19T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:04:53.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Dancing Nancies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I'm in one of those moods again. Tired, stressed, and frustrated with life. Cigarette hits my lips and the smooth taste of menthol fills my lungs. Breath in.... Breath out... Ahhhh. Dave plays softly in the background. His words swirl around my head stirring up thoughts i would normally try to keep at bay. Thoughts of that summer in San Diego. My mind begs to know who i would be if i just stayed at home that summer. "Could i have been anyone other than me?" Flows from the speakers and stirs up even more thoughts in my mind. Where would i be if i never signed my life away? I think of all the bridges i've burned and all the people i've let down over the years. With each thought i slip further into self-loathing and closer and closer towards another bout with depression.&amp;nbsp; "I am who I am, I am who I am, Who am I?" A question i keep asking myself. What is my purpose? What have I become? Could I have been a dancing nancy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's time for sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lets pray tomorrows a better day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-4909929692315645033?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/4909929692315645033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=4909929692315645033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4909929692315645033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4909929692315645033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2010/05/dancing-nancies.html' title='Dancing Nancies...'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-4162114630799530558</id><published>2010-05-12T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:10:27.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Life As I See It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;After almost completely ignoring this blog for a year i decided it was time to post once again. Sorry for the delay. Life got busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lately i have found myself thinking about who i am. Its a question i ask myself often. So much in my life has changed in the past 365 days that it makes finding an answer next to impossible. In the past year alone i joined the airforce, went through more relationships than the other eighteen years combined, gotten three tattoos, and grown physically and emotionally. On july sixth of 2009 i was just some punk eighteen year old kid about to embark on the journey of a lifetime. I was immature in so many ways. I thought that a girlfriend of six months was my biggest priority in life. I thought that i had all the answers. I believed that i was the biggest and baddest motherfucker god ever placed on the earth. On july seventh at zero three hundred all that changed. In the eight weeks of basic military training I learned that i knew nothing, that i was just a cog in the machine that makes the military go round. I learned that some punk ass eighteen year old kid with hippie long hair had no place in this world but as a wal-mart bagboy. I grew up in those eight weeks. I lost that youthfull innocence. Every day i had it pounded in my head that i was no longer a child and that it was my time to become a man. I left the 326th training squadron with my head held high and the drive to be the best airman there ever was.&amp;nbsp; And then the next i rolled up to the 344trs and my world was rocked once again. After eight weeks of not having any freedom. Not having the ability to urinate without standing at attention and asking permission we were suddenly let free upon the world. I went wild with my new found freedom. I partied hard, did my fair share of whoring it up, got my first tattoo, and got right back into the habit of smoking and chewing. Unfortuntilly when i left the 344th i didnt leave my mindset with me. I showed up to cheyenne wyoming with dexter and walked off that plane with no idea of what i had just signed up for. Wyoming was in the middle of a blizzard that weekend so dexter and i holed up in the dorms until monday when we had to report to our duty stations. My first day at work i felt so lost. it was almost as if i had learned nothing in tech school at all. But being the quick learner that i am i put my whole heart into becoming a good airman. That did not last so long. I got bored and fell back into the game of chasing women. This lasted for a few months. I then met katie and fell hard. I guess i am just attracted to crazy women or something. That relationship lasted barely three months. After it ended and she deployed i was lost i fell right back into the party scene. I was at the lowest point of my life until about two months ago. I discovered the gym and fell in love with it. It became my new passion. I met my new twp best friends watts and logan. They keep me out of trouble and occupied. I am learning more and more about myself each day. I still have not completely found myself but im gettin there. And everyday im closer to a answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-4162114630799530558?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/4162114630799530558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=4162114630799530558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4162114630799530558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4162114630799530558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-as-i-see-it.html' title='Life As I See It.'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-4765808362198618536</id><published>2009-06-10T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:27:44.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem Painted On A Tear Stained Canvas</title><content type='html'>So tired of the same issues.&lt;br /&gt;New names are continually  drawn,&lt;br /&gt;But the promises of change broken and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Has it been this bad all along?&lt;br /&gt;Or have my eyes finally been able to see,&lt;br /&gt;The lack of trust you have in me?&lt;br /&gt;If you promise you love me through and through,&lt;br /&gt;Then shouldn't you believe what I say is true?&lt;br /&gt;You would think that four months in,&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't be facin the same problem yet again.&lt;br /&gt;But Trust seems to elude me&lt;br /&gt;This lack of faith binds and confides.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i have said or done,&lt;br /&gt;To make it so impossible for your trust to be won.&lt;br /&gt;Why is this misery so abundant&lt;br /&gt;One month left and each week holds a new fight&lt;br /&gt;We are lost in this dark cave...&lt;br /&gt;Where is the light?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the end of this pain?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the light?&lt;br /&gt;Ill search for the light as i paint a poem,&lt;br /&gt;On yet another tear stained canvas.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts drawn on the page,&lt;br /&gt;help bleed out this rage.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the light?&lt;br /&gt;Wheres the end of this cave?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-4765808362198618536?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/4765808362198618536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=4765808362198618536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4765808362198618536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4765808362198618536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-painted-on-tear-stained-canvas.html' title='A Poem Painted On A Tear Stained Canvas'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-203041592962653999</id><published>2009-06-01T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:28:34.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-203041592962653999?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/203041592962653999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=203041592962653999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/203041592962653999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/203041592962653999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-7286418104832947652</id><published>2009-05-16T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:20:00.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Grind</title><content type='html'>Just waistin time&lt;br /&gt;just treadin water&lt;br /&gt;My wheels are spinnin&lt;br /&gt;but i am not movin&lt;br /&gt;Forever running in place&lt;br /&gt;I am confined&lt;br /&gt;By this daily grind.&lt;br /&gt;This repition is murder&lt;br /&gt;The same old routine&lt;br /&gt;confines me binds me&lt;br /&gt;I feel trapped&lt;br /&gt;No way to break the normal&lt;br /&gt;So its Music to get me through&lt;br /&gt;Wear a smile to cover this bruise&lt;br /&gt;Life has me beat down&lt;br /&gt;No just to get up&lt;br /&gt;Its over for this round&lt;br /&gt;Every day is but the same&lt;br /&gt;tired of this game&lt;br /&gt;Want to be a someone&lt;br /&gt;Life is leavin me alone&lt;br /&gt;Its seems as though i have noone&lt;br /&gt;People surround me&lt;br /&gt;Yet i could never be more lonely&lt;br /&gt;I watch as relationships fall apart&lt;br /&gt;and bridges are burned&lt;br /&gt;Nothing i can do&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to leave&lt;br /&gt;To start new&lt;br /&gt;to leave this town behind&lt;br /&gt;Two months till i am free&lt;br /&gt;Yet in this freedom&lt;br /&gt;I will be enslaved&lt;br /&gt;Just another routine&lt;br /&gt;Just more of the mundane&lt;br /&gt;Bring the sun out&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of this rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/3355518625993761208-7286418104832947652?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/7286418104832947652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=7286418104832947652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/7286418104832947652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/7286418104832947652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/05/daily-grind.html' title='Daily Grind'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-7540460531455461025</id><published>2009-05-07T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:55:42.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to live life where every sentence ends with a question mark&lt;br /&gt;I want to live like every day is my last&lt;br /&gt;I want to act as though it is light. And never dark&lt;br /&gt;I want to Live without a worry&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk under the ladders&lt;br /&gt;I want to live with no cares&lt;br /&gt;I want to not have a plan&lt;br /&gt;Not care where i land&lt;br /&gt;Not careless but worry free&lt;br /&gt;I want to be where i want to be&lt;br /&gt;All of the world i want to see&lt;br /&gt;Watch my past melt away&lt;br /&gt;Leave this town&lt;br /&gt;Never to come back, not even for a short stay&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave&lt;br /&gt;I want to be on my way&lt;br /&gt;Forget about my daughter&lt;br /&gt;Forget about my history&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;This is my desire&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk through the fire&lt;br /&gt;I want to live without direction&lt;br /&gt;I want to do all that i can&lt;br /&gt;I want to be my own man&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of the constant&lt;br /&gt;The same day after day&lt;br /&gt;I need the repetition to finish&lt;br /&gt;I want to boring to diminish&lt;br /&gt;Two months left till my life begins&lt;br /&gt;Two months till im gone&lt;br /&gt;Two months till i watch my constants burn&lt;br /&gt;I want to bag up my things&lt;br /&gt;and depart with the girl who wears my ring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-7540460531455461025?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/7540460531455461025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=7540460531455461025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/7540460531455461025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/7540460531455461025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-live-life-where-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-7528611174295476587</id><published>2009-05-01T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:51:03.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have not forsaken thy blog.... I just have nothing to say</title><content type='html'>Sooo I realize that a post is long overdue. Granted i only know of like two people who actually follow my blog. And one is my father. So Sorry pops. But anyway Lets get back on topic. I would first like to explain the reasons for my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. My life has become very hectic as off late. Between Sylvia, Air force, and the barn i either don't have time to write poetry or when i do have time just flat out don't feel like it. Now you may think i should just write whether i am in the mood or not. But It doesn't work that way for me If i don't feel it then it shows in my writing. Nothing flows, Everything seems forced and i tend to resent the piece i produce. So i just don't and in the meantime my blog gathers cyber-dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Inspiration. Its not that i lack it at all. Its that when i am struck by it I am in the barn working and don't have time to grab a pad and pen. Or I do get inspired and its about Sylvia which requires the poem to be posted on the blog i created just for things i write for her. Sadly I have thought it best to keep between me and her so You guys reading Whatmymindtellsme go even longer without a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. I actually think i am changing as a person. In the past few months My world has been turned upside down and thrown all around. Some good some bad. but either way through all the turmoil i have changed. and i would like to be able to say that i have changed for the better. But in changing i have started to lose passion for things i once held dear to myself. One of those things is the written word. Not only have i almost stopped writing entirely i have also dropped reading.  Its not that i no longer enjoy either of those things but its just that they no longer rank as high on my list of "lifes little pleasures"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know why i haven't posted in so long what are we to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I just quit. Drop the blog and say oh well. I mean i leave in two and a half months anyway so what does it matter if i quit now. I highly doubt that i would be able to post poems regularly in the air force anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Change the blog itself. Now this wouldn't be to much a change from its original intent. the blog is merely suppose to be an outlet for me. Which in being said outlet it became a place to share my poetry. But i think if i change the blog it would become a place where i post whats going on in my life. This seems like a good option as it would be helpful in keeping my friends and family updated with my life when i depart for the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. I post my old poems. I have a boatload of them in a envelope thing on my desk. It would be easy to do just most of them don't hold much meaning to me anymore so it would become more of a chore for me than a outlet to express myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really here's where i ask for your help. ALL TWO OF MY READERS!!!! I need you to comment, text me what you think i should do, or walk down the hall and hold a conversation with me about it. THANKS GUYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-7528611174295476587?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/7528611174295476587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=7528611174295476587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/7528611174295476587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/7528611174295476587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-not-forsaken-thy-blog-i-just.html' title='I have not forsaken thy blog.... I just have nothing to say'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-7349007849274597051</id><published>2009-04-05T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:24:51.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on now&lt;br /&gt;Place that head down&lt;br /&gt;Two step along with the rest&lt;br /&gt;Heads low&lt;br /&gt;cause we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need no arrogant stance&lt;br /&gt;To know we are the Best.&lt;br /&gt;Now let me offer you a chance&lt;br /&gt;COME Lock Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Throw down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace this test&lt;br /&gt;WE are the revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; next step in Evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Join&lt;/span&gt; us and see the light&lt;br /&gt;No need for fright&lt;br /&gt;Lock Down&lt;br /&gt;Bite Down&lt;br /&gt;and Take Hold of your life&lt;br /&gt;Place Down your silly knife&lt;br /&gt;Let your fists control This Fight&lt;br /&gt;Its your right&lt;br /&gt;Come Join our Fight&lt;br /&gt;Come See the Light&lt;br /&gt;Do it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; wait till later tonight&lt;br /&gt;For By dawn the battles lines will be drawn&lt;br /&gt;If your not with us we shall see that you are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/my+chemical+romance/track/mama" title="'My Chemical Romance - Mama' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;My Chemical Romance - Mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &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/3355518625993761208-7349007849274597051?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/7349007849274597051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=7349007849274597051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/7349007849274597051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/7349007849274597051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-on-now-place-that-head-down-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-5036654924653317570</id><published>2009-03-13T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:51:50.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Comment on what you think the title should be)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A legend in the making&lt;br /&gt;Leave a room shaking&lt;br /&gt;Lyrical bombshells&lt;br /&gt;Take you from suburbia heaven take you to hell&lt;br /&gt;take you down to where i dwell&lt;br /&gt;I am the light&lt;br /&gt;Helping you realize the inner fight&lt;br /&gt;Help you take a life&lt;br /&gt;Darkness will surround our every motion&lt;br /&gt;Im a child of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;born to cause commotion&lt;br /&gt;Evil at its best&lt;br /&gt;Placing all your rules to the test&lt;br /&gt;Forsaken by all&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to answer your call&lt;br /&gt;I have become a tool&lt;br /&gt;Used to help the evil, sinister, cruel&lt;br /&gt;I plant doubt&lt;br /&gt;Hear those doubts go from a whisper&lt;br /&gt;To a shout&lt;br /&gt;DEATH, Chaos, DESTRUCTION&lt;br /&gt;Is what this game is all about&lt;br /&gt;Born a child to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;No here i am all grown&lt;br /&gt;Riding Solo is all i know&lt;br /&gt;Fear Doubt and regret&lt;br /&gt;what i love to sow&lt;br /&gt;Born to watch you sink so low&lt;br /&gt;Born to bring death&lt;br /&gt;Born to take away&lt;br /&gt;Born to leave you with nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Here i am&lt;br /&gt;Here i stand&lt;br /&gt;Blade in hand&lt;br /&gt;Doing what i was born to do&lt;br /&gt;To my purpose i must stay true&lt;br /&gt;Now watch as this&lt;br /&gt;beast in me&lt;br /&gt;slowly&lt;br /&gt;kills&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/dave+matthews+band/track/too+much" title="'Dave Matthews Band - Too Much' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Dave Matthews Band - Too Much&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&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/3355518625993761208-5036654924653317570?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5036654924653317570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=5036654924653317570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5036654924653317570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5036654924653317570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/03/comment-on-what-you-think-title-should.html' title='(Comment on what you think the title should be)'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-8851237891007607949</id><published>2009-03-12T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:39:17.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears Choked Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We speak of suicide&lt;br /&gt;As if it's as normal&lt;br /&gt;as the occurrence of the ocean tide&lt;br /&gt;We talk as though a goodbye is too informal&lt;br /&gt;Instead a knife we take&lt;br /&gt;and off we ride&lt;br /&gt;We want no tears shed&lt;br /&gt;Want no one to ponder Why in their head&lt;br /&gt;We don't want your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;We have no need for apologies&lt;br /&gt;We simply want to depart&lt;br /&gt;To ride to the land below&lt;br /&gt;We want this final act&lt;br /&gt;to be viewed as just another fact&lt;br /&gt;As no big deal&lt;br /&gt;Our own lives is all we will steal&lt;br /&gt;so now we plan our end&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will be off&lt;br /&gt;We will not say sorry&lt;br /&gt;Will not say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Will not say you were loved&lt;br /&gt;For Our last words shall not be lies.&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/3355518625993761208-8851237891007607949?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/8851237891007607949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=8851237891007607949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/8851237891007607949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/8851237891007607949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/03/tears-choked-back.html' title='Tears Choked Back'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-6790941304405098104</id><published>2009-03-09T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:23:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with no title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I leave this untitled&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am tired of your name&lt;br /&gt;Im writin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;outa my life&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to your petty &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;games&lt;br /&gt;Cutting you off; cutting you out&lt;br /&gt;Tired of the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of your disguise&lt;br /&gt;You paste a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on that face&lt;br /&gt;Act like you got it all in place&lt;br /&gt;But i see through it all&lt;br /&gt;I am watching you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you run this show&lt;br /&gt;But you're gettin left behind&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the rest of us will go&lt;br /&gt;You thought &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;could be my everything&lt;br /&gt;You thought I would be your king&lt;br /&gt;Well now Know, and experience the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coming to the realization that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOUR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;Your not worth my time&lt;br /&gt;Not worth another rhyme&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me&lt;br /&gt;Im cutting you off&lt;br /&gt;Cutting you out&lt;br /&gt;Leavin you behind&lt;br /&gt;So hear me speak to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/rose+%26+bridge/track/desperation" title="'ROSE &amp;amp; BRIDGE - Desperation' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;ROSE &amp;amp; BRIDGE - Desperation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&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/3355518625993761208-6790941304405098104?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/6790941304405098104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=6790941304405098104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/6790941304405098104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/6790941304405098104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-no-title.html' title='The one with no title'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-5414135349433608238</id><published>2009-02-26T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:26:30.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm  a junkie&lt;br /&gt;you're My fix&lt;br /&gt;Im standin on the corner&lt;br /&gt;my skin crawling with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;For your healin touch&lt;br /&gt;Your voice and the emotional rush&lt;br /&gt;Im pacin back and forth&lt;br /&gt;You my my my fix&lt;br /&gt;Come to me&lt;br /&gt;Come to me quick&lt;br /&gt;you and only you can do the trick&lt;br /&gt;Come Come&lt;br /&gt;Heal me&lt;br /&gt;take me take me&lt;br /&gt;Steal me&lt;br /&gt;and carry me away&lt;br /&gt;Im all yours&lt;br /&gt;be all mine&lt;br /&gt;Come and consume me&lt;br /&gt;Entrap me&lt;br /&gt;and yet in this slavery called love&lt;br /&gt;You set me completely free&lt;br /&gt;Come Come&lt;br /&gt;Babe Please&lt;br /&gt;FREEE MEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/nathanson%2c+matt/track/come+on+get+higher" title="'Nathanson, Matt - Come On Get Higher' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Nathanson, Matt - Come On Get Higher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&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/3355518625993761208-5414135349433608238?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5414135349433608238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=5414135349433608238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5414135349433608238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5414135349433608238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/02/junkie.html' title='Junkie'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-5431874390743946450</id><published>2009-02-25T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:07:00.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its that time again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tired and confused&lt;br /&gt;Battered and bruised&lt;br /&gt;So I Sit&lt;br /&gt;And I wish&lt;br /&gt;That one day&lt;br /&gt;when i'm old and grey&lt;br /&gt;I can look back on this mess&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;"I see it now!"&lt;br /&gt;"It all makes sense!"&lt;br /&gt;"There was a point to that pain"&lt;br /&gt;I just want the reason!&lt;br /&gt;I want to know why&lt;br /&gt;Its all clouds and rain&lt;br /&gt;and why the sun is hidden in this sky&lt;br /&gt;Its that time again&lt;br /&gt;eleven eleven&lt;br /&gt;lets have childish dreams&lt;br /&gt;Lets make a wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/dave+matthews+band/track/say+goodbye" title="'Dave Matthews Band - Say Goodbye' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Dave Matthews Band - Say Goodbye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&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/3355518625993761208-5431874390743946450?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5431874390743946450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=5431874390743946450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5431874390743946450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5431874390743946450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-that-time-again.html' title='Its that time again'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-6297300606698198185</id><published>2009-02-20T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:23:04.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning im gonna write my thoughts as they occur</title><content type='html'>The words aren't really coming to me right now. &lt;br /&gt;The pen goes in circles not able to form words. &lt;br /&gt;My mind is blank&lt;br /&gt;And so the page stays the same&lt;br /&gt;You know what&lt;br /&gt;I'm in all honesty tired of this game.&lt;br /&gt;The whole he said she said bullshit &lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, tell me whats good&lt;br /&gt;DOnt talk shit behind my back&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;when your going to go behind my back like that&lt;br /&gt;If you dont give two shits about me &lt;br /&gt;Tell me that. &lt;br /&gt;Dont Hide behind a four letter word you don't mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW SUBJECT&lt;br /&gt;hey go ahead do some more coke&lt;br /&gt;We all think your a joke&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt make you cool&lt;br /&gt;Ya we all look up to those who drop out of school&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much bro&lt;br /&gt;But honestly you alienate me more and more &lt;br /&gt;With each time you reach for that blow&lt;br /&gt;You never could stay away could you&lt;br /&gt;never could be honest or speak whats true&lt;br /&gt;Come on man look at you&lt;br /&gt;do you like what you have become &lt;br /&gt;Do you like to see what you have done&lt;br /&gt;You could have been so much&lt;br /&gt;You had such potential&lt;br /&gt;but you threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;for what?&lt;br /&gt;to have fun for just today?&lt;br /&gt;DUDE! &lt;br /&gt;what about your future&lt;br /&gt;What about Your friends&lt;br /&gt;What about blake?&lt;br /&gt;You can't even stay clean for her sake&lt;br /&gt;Honestly she deserves better&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why i wasted my time asking her to write a letter&lt;br /&gt;She deserves a MAN&lt;br /&gt;Not a boy who doesnt understand consequences&lt;br /&gt;She deserves so much &lt;br /&gt;Not your callous touch&lt;br /&gt;DUDE&lt;br /&gt;get it together&lt;br /&gt;And call me when your clean&lt;br /&gt;Until then &lt;br /&gt;Dont waste my time &lt;br /&gt;Or destroy another persons life&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this is to raw, to mean&lt;br /&gt;but let me know when your gonna be my "scene" &lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;WOW that was intense i feel bad&lt;br /&gt;but good&lt;br /&gt;feel like i got that off my chest&lt;br /&gt;and like  a weight has been lifted&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda afraid to reread this for the fact that i wont want to post &lt;br /&gt;So i set it to autopost at 8 tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Im going to reread it&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE IT&lt;br /&gt;I reread it and liked it&lt;br /&gt;Wow&lt;br /&gt;That never happens&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what now?&lt;br /&gt;think i am gonna see whats good at the cottage&lt;br /&gt;Even though i know its a boring over there&lt;br /&gt;as it is here&lt;br /&gt;but its all good &lt;br /&gt;cause ill blast my ipod on the way over&lt;br /&gt;and let BMTH tell me its all good&lt;br /&gt;Let me get it out&lt;br /&gt;HEll might even shout &lt;br /&gt;out those lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Wow im a dork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-6297300606698198185?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/6297300606698198185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=6297300606698198185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/6297300606698198185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/6297300606698198185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/02/warning-im-gonna-write-my-thoughts-as.html' title='Warning im gonna write my thoughts as they occur'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-4590383249788016659</id><published>2009-02-18T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:10:01.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frank herbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dune'/><title type='text'>God Emporer Of Dune.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, Great Shai-Halud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave when the sand turned to mud?&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how i miss the true Fremen and their ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there are only Museum Fremen today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, What happened to the great Atriedies line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Look at the God Emperors hefty fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He chose the golden path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Imagine being victim to Duke Leto the seconds wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the great Duncan Idahos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How easily they went from friend to foe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what happened to it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't it end with the assassination at the great wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/dave+matthews+band/track/say+goodbye" title="'Dave Matthews Band - Say Goodbye' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Dave Matthews Band - Say Goodbye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &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/3355518625993761208-4590383249788016659?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/4590383249788016659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=4590383249788016659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4590383249788016659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4590383249788016659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-emporer-of-dune.html' title='God Emporer Of Dune.'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-5536851386917884784</id><published>2009-02-18T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:53:45.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of my past&lt;br /&gt;And wonder how long this depression will last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From joy and laughter i'm secluded&lt;br /&gt;I have become paranoid and excluded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This battle i fight&lt;br /&gt;Is against loneliness and fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i long&lt;br /&gt;to sing a song&lt;br /&gt;Of happiness and all that's gay&lt;br /&gt;But for now this depression stays&lt;br /&gt;With no plans to relocate&lt;br /&gt;So here i am left in this awful state&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/he+is+legend/track/eating+a+book" title="'He Is Legend - Eating A Book' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;He Is Legend - Eating A Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &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/3355518625993761208-5536851386917884784?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5536851386917884784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=5536851386917884784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5536851386917884784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5536851386917884784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/02/depression.html' title='Depression.'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-1839095312481041017</id><published>2009-02-18T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:47:18.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Me Cut Me Deep. Grant Me A Never Ending Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here i am knife in hand&lt;br /&gt;the pain makes it hard to stand&lt;br /&gt;i see red and fly so high i cant land&lt;br /&gt;this pain is my only momentary gain&lt;br /&gt;yes yes leave the bloody stains&lt;br /&gt;let me see let me see&lt;br /&gt;run run trickle down my arm&lt;br /&gt;this is my alarm&lt;br /&gt;you cant see&lt;br /&gt;but this is what helps me&lt;br /&gt;i feel lifted up and free&lt;br /&gt;i feel alive&lt;br /&gt;its my outcry&lt;br /&gt;i need it i can not lie&lt;br /&gt;so i grab i slice just one more time&lt;br /&gt;i no longer care who sees&lt;br /&gt;this is what makes me freee&lt;br /&gt;oh yes you sting oh yes you sting&lt;br /&gt;but you are the one thing&lt;br /&gt;you lift me up you are my wings&lt;br /&gt;save me and destory me&lt;br /&gt;come heal me and cut me&lt;br /&gt;knife knife knife&lt;br /&gt;in death you are bringing life&lt;br /&gt;here is my answer to my strife&lt;br /&gt;bleed bleed bleed&lt;br /&gt;my peace is what you feed&lt;br /&gt;you are what i need&lt;br /&gt;red red red&lt;br /&gt;bloodstains on the bed&lt;br /&gt;a light and empty head&lt;br /&gt;come on not many cuts just a few&lt;br /&gt;lets feel alive true&lt;br /&gt;release the pain the only way&lt;br /&gt;there are no words to say&lt;br /&gt;just slide slide slide&lt;br /&gt;cuts you no longer need to hide&lt;br /&gt;come on the blade is out thats it&lt;br /&gt;skin skin its wat the blade must hit&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes there is the red&lt;br /&gt;you feel it yet the peace in  your head&lt;br /&gt;come on come on once more&lt;br /&gt;and again again until your dead&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/bring+me+the+horizon/track/tell+slater+not+to+wash+his+dick" title="'Bring Me The Horizon - Tell Slater Not to Wash His Dick' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Bring Me The Horizon - Tell Slater Not to Wash His Dick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;                                           xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;For those who read my blog... I Wrote this a while back promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-1839095312481041017?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1839095312481041017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=1839095312481041017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/1839095312481041017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/1839095312481041017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-said-i-should-post-it.html' title='Cut Me Cut Me Deep. Grant Me A Never Ending Sleep'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-8326012779561675915</id><published>2009-02-18T14:48:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:48:34.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really want to share the others but i keep the special ones for just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-8326012779561675915?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-7131978101187548069</id><published>2009-02-13T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:28:46.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open up those eyes and see the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I wish you could see&lt;br /&gt;That your amazing.&lt;br /&gt;This is said with all honesty&lt;br /&gt;Your the girl about which they sing&lt;br /&gt;But you don't see it?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;This question consumes my mind&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is so radiant&lt;br /&gt;But you don't see it? you say you simply cant?&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes girl&lt;br /&gt;That amazing set of blue topaz&lt;br /&gt;Should fall upon the same beauty&lt;br /&gt;That we are blessed to be able to see.&lt;br /&gt;And its not just your body&lt;br /&gt;Granted you are quite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dottie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Its how you make me so happy&lt;br /&gt;Its how when I'm talking to you the world melts away&lt;br /&gt;Its how the words "I'm bored" can start a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; that lasts days.&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see&lt;br /&gt;Fact: You are Pretty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3355518625993761208-7131978101187548069?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-1033748702389559707</id><published>2009-02-02T17:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:47:20.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby, This Path I Take&lt;br /&gt;Is Bound To Be Riddled With Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But The Path Is Wide;&lt;br /&gt;So Walk At My Side&lt;br /&gt;Come Take This Calloused Hand&lt;br /&gt;And TOGETHER We Shall Find New Land&lt;br /&gt;At Times We May Have To Spread Apart&lt;br /&gt;But In The End We Will Be Together Like At The Start&lt;br /&gt;You Said Yourself It Feels Right&lt;br /&gt;So TOGETHER Lets Take Flight&lt;br /&gt;Let Us Blaze A New Trail&lt;br /&gt;Let Us Leave Harbor And Set Sail&lt;br /&gt;So As We Saddle Up And Get Ready To Ride&lt;br /&gt;And You Gather By My Side&lt;br /&gt;Let Us Look Ahead&lt;br /&gt;And Let The Past Lie Dead..&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/3355518625993761208-1033748702389559707?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1033748702389559707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=1033748702389559707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/1033748702389559707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/1033748702389559707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/02/road-ahead.html' title='The Road Ahead'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-2625253745066676616</id><published>2009-02-02T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:35:20.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a lingering thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If Hitler in all his messed up Ideologies&lt;br /&gt;can get a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;what does that say about me?&lt;br /&gt;Or is the fact that women&lt;br /&gt;never fall for us sweet quiet types&lt;br /&gt;or is it that I'm a fruit that will never ripe&lt;br /&gt;Where have i gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;or did i put to much faith in a silly girl leading me on&lt;br /&gt;Its Just a thought&lt;br /&gt;but now my thoughts are all Ive got&lt;br /&gt;so i leave you with one;&lt;br /&gt;just one lingering question&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?&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/3355518625993761208-2625253745066676616?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/2625253745066676616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=2625253745066676616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/2625253745066676616'/><link 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href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt; &lt;img border=0 src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_su_black.gif" alt=""&gt; Stumble It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-1254622796080835066?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1254622796080835066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=1254622796080835066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/1254622796080835066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;The point where you decide where track is to be laid&lt;br /&gt;I sit hammer, nails, and beams in hand&lt;br /&gt;the train stands by waiting to travel on new land&lt;br /&gt;you stand and pretend to ponder&lt;br /&gt;an answer you pretend to lack&lt;br /&gt;but your minds already made up&lt;br /&gt;You knew who you really wanted miles back&lt;br /&gt;You bring up your face&lt;br /&gt;you look at me. Im calm and waiting&lt;br /&gt;you lift you arm and tell me the way&lt;br /&gt;"Just friends" thats the answer i hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I look to the ground realizing this is normal&lt;br /&gt;no need to be picked this time around&lt;br /&gt;So i lay the track&lt;br /&gt;knowing a companion I will lack&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/3355518625993761208-2636112364155622711?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/2636112364155622711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=2636112364155622711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>(unnamed and new)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am born with this fire&lt;br /&gt;This burning animal like desire&lt;br /&gt;You want to go i'm a step away&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;On the top of my land&lt;br /&gt;Teeth clenched fists raised&lt;br /&gt;Come on here I stand&lt;br /&gt;I am calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin this game&lt;br /&gt;You step close&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken inaudible now&lt;br /&gt;The hate has taken over&lt;br /&gt;I am alive with this rage&lt;br /&gt;It is the same feeling plastered on every page&lt;br /&gt;So come on you know the deal&lt;br /&gt;I no longer want to feel&lt;br /&gt;You want to run with this train?&lt;br /&gt;Then STEP UP!&lt;br /&gt;Moves in…..&lt;br /&gt;Gentle push to get things started&lt;br /&gt;THAT’S IT ALL SANITY HAS DEPARTED&lt;br /&gt;The beast takes over&lt;br /&gt;I run in. throwing caution with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Fists fly I don’t care where they land&lt;br /&gt;I keep throwing till I can no longer stand&lt;br /&gt;There is this desperation&lt;br /&gt;You fight back now throwing in your jabs&lt;br /&gt;Pain seers through my chest&lt;br /&gt;Who cares whos  best&lt;br /&gt;I rise up slowly one hand on my knee&lt;br /&gt;God how this makes me free&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and battered&lt;br /&gt;But calm and collective&lt;br /&gt;Blood runs down my face&lt;br /&gt;Only now do things seem back in place&lt;br /&gt;We regain our composure&lt;br /&gt;Two miss guided creatures&lt;br /&gt;Both bloody both worn out&lt;br /&gt;No more screams no more shouts&lt;br /&gt;We have found our way out&lt;br /&gt;We wrap arms around each others shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Glad to have gotten rid of that boulder&lt;br /&gt;The rock that weighed us down&lt;br /&gt;And we depart&lt;br /&gt;Feeling content amidst the pain&lt;br /&gt;Promising to find a time to vent again&lt;br /&gt;we leave and go about our day&lt;br /&gt;feeling no shame&lt;br /&gt;for we have played our game&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since reading more and more bradley hathaway my whole style has changed i have begun to depart from a system of rhymes and have gone for the style that bradley holds where he writes as he would speak it. with as much fire and passion in his written word as he could ever muster with the words he speaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-1218877009739258999?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1218877009739258999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=1218877009739258999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>I have not forsaken thy blog promise....</title><content type='html'>Where my road ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is spinning&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm no longer winning&lt;br /&gt;I'm Tired of this world&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;I just keep failing&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like wailing&lt;br /&gt;It's over I'm done&lt;br /&gt;I give up, the depression has won&lt;br /&gt;i quit, i fold&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave this world that's so cold&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Let me be somewhere where it isn't so gray&lt;br /&gt;This is where i quit&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer going to be passive and sit&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of trying to make amends&lt;br /&gt;This is where my road ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Let me know when you grow tired of the teenage angst poured out over tear spotted pages....&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;No but before you all flip the lid i wrote this YEARS ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-8984367677208582844?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/8984367677208582844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=8984367677208582844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/8984367677208582844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/8984367677208582844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-not-forsaken-thy-blog-promise.html' title='I have not forsaken thy blog promise....'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-7108077103226342832</id><published>2008-12-24T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:12:28.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics That Mean So Much Right Now</title><content type='html'>Story of a man,&lt;br /&gt;Who decided not to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Turned red, purple, then blue.&lt;br /&gt;Colorful indeed.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how his friends begged,&lt;br /&gt;Well, he would not concede,&lt;br /&gt;And now hes dead.&lt;br /&gt;You see, cause everybody knows,&lt;br /&gt;You got to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh god,&lt;br /&gt;Under the weight of life,&lt;br /&gt;Things seem brighter on the other side...&lt;br /&gt;Lighter on the other side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one: see this monkey sitting on a tree,&lt;br /&gt;One day, decided to climb down,&lt;br /&gt;And run off to the city.&lt;br /&gt;Look at him now, tired and drunk&lt;br /&gt;And living on the street.&lt;br /&gt;As good as dead.&lt;br /&gt;You see, a monkey should know,&lt;br /&gt;Stay up your tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh god,&lt;br /&gt;Under the weight of life,&lt;br /&gt;Things seem brighter on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god,&lt;br /&gt;But under the weight of life,&lt;br /&gt;Things seem much brighter on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way, no way.... out... of here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one: a big eyed fish,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, swimming in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how he dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be a bird,&lt;br /&gt;Swooping, diving through the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;One day, he caught a big blue wave,&lt;br /&gt;Up onto the beach,&lt;br /&gt;And now hes dead.&lt;br /&gt;You see, a fishs dream,&lt;br /&gt;Should stay in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh god,&lt;br /&gt;Under the weight of life,&lt;br /&gt;Things seem brighter on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way... no way...no way...out... of here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-7108077103226342832?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/7108077103226342832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=7108077103226342832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/7108077103226342832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/7108077103226342832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/12/lyrics-that-mean-so-mcuh-right-now.html' title='Lyrics That Mean So Much Right Now'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-5573613403738155321</id><published>2008-12-24T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:54:00.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is A True Friend</title><content type='html'>im not going to walk away, or tell you that you are to much to handle.&lt;br /&gt; i want to be that voice to tell you to put the blade down.&lt;br /&gt; to tell you to not inhale that cigarette.&lt;br /&gt; the voice that tells you that there is people in the world that truley love you.&lt;br /&gt; the voice that laughs at your sex jokes.&lt;br /&gt; the one who cries when she gets the chance to talk to you because you mean a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-5573613403738155321?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5573613403738155321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=5573613403738155321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5573613403738155321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5573613403738155321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-true-friend.html' title='This Is A True Friend'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-668503141058977970</id><published>2008-12-23T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:50:43.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics Are The Words That Make Me Move</title><content type='html'>The still life franchise by less than jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember that I kind of laughed at the sparks that spread the flames&lt;br /&gt;Over all the ugly memories these past three years have made&lt;br /&gt;Then I waited for the smoke to fill my lungs and suffocate my pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say goodbye and Ill just say so long&lt;br /&gt;Almost feeling paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;My still life with vital signs&lt;br /&gt;And I'll just say so long&lt;br /&gt;My good intentions gone so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Left me feeling so far gone&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gone, woah, woah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that ryhme with orange by i set my friends on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so iconoclastic; I'm clastic!&lt;br /&gt;I only want you to think I'm fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I'll participate in what you believe,&lt;br /&gt;If you give me the attention!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah that's the only compensation&lt;br /&gt;I want to be included in your conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I "in" or am I "out"&lt;br /&gt;What is there to think about! ?&lt;br /&gt;What is that paint brush for?&lt;br /&gt;Are you preparing to draw me?&lt;br /&gt;No wait, please don't! I am scared,&lt;br /&gt;Of what I'll see...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect picture portrait,&lt;br /&gt;But I am working on it! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overrated by less than jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I’m jaded and bored&lt;br /&gt;Always lookin’ for more&lt;br /&gt;Waiting around for the next big fix&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I’m a wreck I’m a mess&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t care less&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what it would take to change me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's so afraid to be different&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me now if I don’t get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sex is overrated&lt;br /&gt;So is always getting wasted&lt;br /&gt;Designer drugs and dead end jobs and&lt;br /&gt;Classic rock is so outdated&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sick of therapy and all the things it’s done to me&lt;br /&gt;How can I be satisfied when everything is overrated?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i love you by less than jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Believe me you really don't have to worry&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna make you happy and if you say "hey go away" I will&lt;br /&gt;But I think better still I'd better stay around and love you&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I have a case let me ask you to your face&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Know Me by Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(You don't know me)&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me at all&lt;br /&gt;(You don't know me)&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm the person that you think I am (Ah ah ahh)&lt;br /&gt;Clueless chump you seem to think I am (Ah ah ahhh)&lt;br /&gt;So easily led astray,&lt;br /&gt;An errant dog who occasionally escapes and needs a shorter leash, then&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck would you want me back?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;As you all know this life of mine has been kinda changed lately But i have a good few friends who have helped me through this struggle. and i just want to say thanks.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/ben+folds/track/you+dont+know+me" title="'Ben Folds - You Don't Know Me' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Ben Folds - You Don't Know Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-668503141058977970?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/668503141058977970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=668503141058977970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/668503141058977970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/668503141058977970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/12/lyrics-are-words-that-make-me-move.html' title='Lyrics Are The Words That Make Me Move'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-4098493824862071269</id><published>2008-12-07T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:57:17.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Think You Know But You Have No Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FALLING&lt;br /&gt;Woke Up with a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;life feels right nothing out of place&lt;br /&gt;You help me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Falling so fast feeling so right&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it this all again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Falling so fast feeling so right&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it this all again tonight&lt;br /&gt;you consume my mind&lt;br /&gt;your the most valuable find&lt;br /&gt;come to me and stay&lt;br /&gt;Falling so fast feeling so right&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it this all again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Falling so fast feeling so right&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it this all again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Love swims through these veins&lt;br /&gt;Life feels good when we share the reigns&lt;br /&gt;you make it all seem okay&lt;br /&gt;Falling so fast feeling so right&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it this all again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Falling so fast feeling so right&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it this all again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Your the song i place on repeat&lt;br /&gt;so glad we were able to meet&lt;br /&gt;you make the world melt away&lt;br /&gt;Falling so fast feeling so right&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it this all again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Falling so fast feeling so right&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it this all again tonight&lt;br /&gt;come let me wrap you up in my arms&lt;br /&gt;let me keep you from harm&lt;br /&gt;you make me happy&lt;br /&gt;Falling so fast feeling so right&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it this all again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Falling so fast feeling so right&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it this all again tonight&lt;br /&gt;come in my arms and stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I Didn't post this for the reason you believe. So don't leave dumb comments about my non existent love life&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/3355518625993761208-4098493824862071269?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/4098493824862071269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=4098493824862071269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4098493824862071269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4098493824862071269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-think-you-know-but-you-have-no-idea.html' title='You Think You Know But You Have No Idea'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-6494713663443260687</id><published>2008-12-04T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:11:23.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;I sit here waiting&lt;br /&gt;w/out Knowing what to look for&lt;br /&gt;i sit here waiting&lt;br /&gt;for opportunities to open its door&lt;br /&gt;i sit here waiting&lt;br /&gt;w/out knowing what to look for&lt;br /&gt;i sit here waiting&lt;br /&gt;for a little while more&lt;br /&gt;i sit here waiting&lt;br /&gt;w/out knowing what to look for&lt;br /&gt;i sit here w/out knowing&lt;br /&gt;that if i had just gotten up to look&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't have missed&lt;br /&gt;what i waiting for&lt;br /&gt;-Josh Herrington-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was going through an old poetry journal i kept and stumbled upon this. As i read I realized how much this fits my current situation. Hope you enjoy it as much as i did.&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/3355518625993761208-6494713663443260687?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/6494713663443260687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=6494713663443260687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/6494713663443260687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/6494713663443260687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-5725023970485830398</id><published>2008-12-03T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:54:44.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Easy way out&lt;br /&gt;how we flirt&lt;br /&gt;lets put this plan to work&lt;br /&gt;one pill two pill three&lt;br /&gt;come inside and destroy me&lt;br /&gt;in death set me free&lt;br /&gt;of the life that has entrapped thee&lt;br /&gt;had a lock now i found the key&lt;br /&gt;set me free&lt;br /&gt;this is my only choice&lt;br /&gt;cant you see&lt;br /&gt;ill produce action wait and see&lt;br /&gt;soon over it will be&lt;br /&gt;come and destroy&lt;br /&gt;come and set free&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna be me&lt;br /&gt;goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&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/3355518625993761208-5725023970485830398?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5725023970485830398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=5725023970485830398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5725023970485830398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5725023970485830398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-962146606522585556</id><published>2008-11-25T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:40:32.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Felt All Last Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unnamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would write what i feel&lt;br /&gt;But words cannot describe&lt;br /&gt;the pain i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; climbed slowly up&lt;br /&gt;But now its rapidly descending&lt;br /&gt;The wounds so deep their not even worth mending&lt;br /&gt;i thought i traveled far&lt;br /&gt;but with the fog gone i can see i only went in circles&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; only an illusion&lt;br /&gt;to mask the pain to come&lt;br /&gt;my friends all leaving&lt;br /&gt;i begin the grieving&lt;br /&gt;for the happiness that died inside me&lt;br /&gt;my chains bound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; no longer free&lt;br /&gt;in my cell i return for eternity&lt;br /&gt;inside i decide&lt;br /&gt;i  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to leave&lt;br /&gt;because only pain awaits me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-962146606522585556?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/962146606522585556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=962146606522585556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/962146606522585556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/962146606522585556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-i-felt-all-last-week.html' title='How I Felt All Last Week'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-5703779416204919501</id><published>2008-11-25T16:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:27:52.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Movie Quote Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.&lt;br /&gt;[carves V into poster on wall]&lt;br /&gt;The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.&lt;br /&gt;[giggles]&lt;br /&gt;Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-5703779416204919501?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5703779416204919501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=5703779416204919501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5703779416204919501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/5703779416204919501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-movie-quote-ever.html' title='Best Movie Quote Ever'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-4915839695811543723</id><published>2008-11-19T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:59:36.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry. More of my thoughts in word form</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Win&lt;br /&gt;Green grass on a calm day&lt;br /&gt;when the wind has left and gone away&lt;br /&gt;feeling the warm leather on your hand&lt;br /&gt;seeing the hastily made footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;feeling the sweat under your hat&lt;br /&gt;as you prepare for the sing of the bat&lt;br /&gt;as the ball flys toward the plate and the bat is swung&lt;br /&gt;the connection is grand&lt;br /&gt;in the sand new prints are quickly made&lt;br /&gt;the ball launched toward shortstop&lt;br /&gt;and is hastily caught and released&lt;br /&gt;to meet with the baseman&lt;br /&gt;to end the last and final inning&lt;br /&gt;and have the feilders rejoice in winning&lt;br /&gt;-Joshua M. Herrington-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wrote this for school but every time I read it I realize how much I actually enjoy it. This is one of the few pieces I wrote that was not inspired by my depression or personal problems. I Hope you enjoy this as much as I do.&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/3355518625993761208-4915839695811543723?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/4915839695811543723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=4915839695811543723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4915839695811543723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4915839695811543723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/poetry-more-of-my-thoughts-in-word-form.html' title='Poetry. More of my thoughts in word form'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-2377864477323497718</id><published>2008-11-15T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:27:17.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Journey Inside the Soul of the Ashamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why does poison taste so sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why does suicide feel so great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why this act so addictive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why this sin do I constantly repeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A cry for help is a cry for shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;This beast so hard to tame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;This guest I invite and entertain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And yet hate and want to shove outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;About it I have constantly lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I it is loved and yet despised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And to let this beast live or die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Is a battle that rages inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wrote this poem about two years ago when I was really struggling with lust and pornography. This Poem actually really helped me visualize the struggle that was going on inside me. It helped me see what I was doing to myself day in and day out. This is probably one of the top five most self-influencing pieces I have written. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Every time I open my book to write a new poem i find myself re-reading this piece and being so thankful that I chose to overcome my issue with lust and it gives me new resolve to not allow myself to return down the path that lead me to years of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3355518625993761208-2377864477323497718?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/2377864477323497718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=2377864477323497718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/2377864477323497718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/2377864477323497718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey-inside-soul-of-ashamed.html' title='A Journey Inside the Soul of the Ashamed'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-2435207197610890786</id><published>2008-11-13T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:27:57.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will begin to post poetry on a regular basis enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are miles away&lt;br /&gt;But yet you feel so close&lt;br /&gt;we speak so openly&lt;br /&gt;share our secrets so boldly&lt;br /&gt;when its just me and you&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing fake words ring true&lt;br /&gt;we shared hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;to me you have no idea how much this means&lt;br /&gt;you don't judge you accept&lt;br /&gt;you listen and share&lt;br /&gt;for you as friend i truly care&lt;br /&gt;We need to hang.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-2435207197610890786?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/2435207197610890786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=2435207197610890786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/2435207197610890786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/2435207197610890786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-begin-to-post-poetry-on-regular.html' title='I will begin to post poetry on a regular basis enjoy'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-364059837061747145</id><published>2008-11-13T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:10:27.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why my mouth hates me.</title><content type='html'>Now I'm sure many of you can think of many reasons of why my mouth hates me. after all how many times has my mouth been the sole reason for the reason i can not participate in activity's i would deem enjoyable. But sadly this is not going to be a story of how my language or story telling got me in trouble. This is a story of why I am not eating. As a lot of you know the big guy up above had decided a months ago to bless me with the ability to grow 2 or3 canker sores at the same time. All my childhood I always saw my fathers have them and saw how much of a nuisance the y were to him little did i know a few years i would have the same issue. So two days ago I awoke with on on each side of my mouth.  Which makes it very difficult to enjoy most of my favorite foods. For example last night we had pizza, Today for lunch Caryn made tomato soup and ketchup.  And then tonight Brenda friend brought over stew to help Caryn out. So i had the dog upstairs who went ape crap because someone dared to enter his kingdom and so i grabbed fro him to hold him back and he threw his head back and forth and managed to slice open my lip. So now my life pretty much sucks. I am going to have to say goodbye to ketchup and salt for a good few days. I guess the reason for this post was to moan and whine and now that this is accomplished here is some stuff that brought a smile to my face this week&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-yJBsjatW0"&gt;....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/t.i./track/on+top+of+the+world" title="'T.I. - On Top of the World' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;T.I. - On Top of the World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-364059837061747145?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/364059837061747145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=364059837061747145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/364059837061747145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/364059837061747145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-my-mouth-hates-me.html' title='Why my mouth hates me.'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-4676250804872444799</id><published>2008-11-11T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:50:51.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Plans For Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>I am really looking forward to thanksgiving. I will be going down to my parents on the Monday of that week. I will hopefully be able to spend some quality time with both of my sisters. Also I am excited because my train to get there was only eight bucks. Talk about a steal!!! Also I am so happy to say I have found all my Christmas presents and am fairly sure they will be loved by the recipients. I guess that's it for today. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRnU4cWkaVI/AAAAAAAAASw/0NjvbzyLxPo/s1600-h/the+desperate.jpg"&gt;also i found this funny hope you do too&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-4676250804872444799?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/4676250804872444799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=4676250804872444799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4676250804872444799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4676250804872444799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-plans-for-thanksgiving.html' title='My Plans For Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-3963550193868656552</id><published>2008-11-08T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:50:40.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd techy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freeware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gimp'/><title type='text'>I don't even know where to start</title><content type='html'>I guess I will start with my nerd speech of the day. As you all know I am a very cheap person. Therefore am against paying for software. So whats a legal way to avoid paying for software.... Freeware. One of the more recent free software i have downloaded is a program called gimp. Gimp is a program that enables on to do many things photoshop would allow you to do. Granted the user interface is crude and not as user friendly as photoshop but it makes up for it in power and most of all price. I recently began playing with Gimp and made what I believe to be several great works for a novice user. So if you are looking for a powerful image editing software for free I highly recommend Gimp. It helped my turn this &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRZfBdNkXvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8WjW7Ed6yEA/s1600-h/aryanna2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 85px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRZfBdNkXvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8WjW7Ed6yEA/s200/aryanna2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266501292882419442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;into this&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRZgWkrGUdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IA0qz33utGU/s1600-h/aryanna4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRZgWkrGUdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IA0qz33utGU/s200/aryanna4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266502755174207954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway in  my personal life if your still reading by now life is good i just got off the phone with my dad and it looks like i will be able to be home for at least four days. Mayby five if I can get friday off. which would be so nice so my dad wouldn' t have to waste fifty bucks in gas getting me back to middle of nowhere illinois. Anyway I guess thats it for now. I am sure there will be a world of problems awaiting me tomarrow Due to the sunday rush, Jordans mother being in town, and of course the fact that I may not be able to make it to church which im sure will mean a sit down with brenticans about my absenses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-3963550193868656552?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/3963550193868656552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=3963550193868656552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/3963550193868656552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/3963550193868656552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-even-know-where-to-start.html' title='I don&apos;t even know where to start'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRZfBdNkXvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8WjW7Ed6yEA/s72-c/aryanna2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-6436347865431978793</id><published>2008-11-07T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:27:38.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Aryanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRTZaqoSkzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wY8B4BLAVIo/s1600-h/CIMG0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRTZaqoSkzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wY8B4BLAVIo/s400/CIMG0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266072916446057266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know Caryn had her baby on Nov. 5th at 4:21pm. The baby is healthy and so is Caryn. Today everyone arrived home safely. As we speak the 2 day old baby is being passed to left in a circle composed of both babysitters, Jordan, Caryn, And Her Grandmother. While the two year old runs around the house screaming trying to regain the attention of the people who wait on him hand and foot. hopefully he takes the transition well and  learns to share the attention. I guess that is it for today. Thanks for reading. Please come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-6436347865431978793?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/6436347865431978793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=6436347865431978793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/6436347865431978793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/6436347865431978793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/meeting-aryanna.html' title='Meeting Aryanna'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRTZaqoSkzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wY8B4BLAVIo/s72-c/CIMG0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-4374724134053680224</id><published>2008-11-06T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:01:46.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes'/><title type='text'>What A Night of Xbox Live Zombification Looks Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRMh24e1D0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/-gjUqpfd7B4/s1600-h/CIMG0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRMh24e1D0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/-gjUqpfd7B4/s400/CIMG0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265589616084586306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.callofduty.com/"&gt;I is So Tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok So great story. halfway through the night my xbox is hot to the touch. It makes sense I mean I was Running the darn thing half the day trying to update my games. Ok now a non-dedicated gamer would turn it off and go to bed, By I am no ordinary nerdfreak I composed a brilliant idea. This brilliant idea included a can of &lt;a href="http://www.highpcs.com/store/images/grn_duster.jpg"&gt;Blow off duster&lt;/a&gt;, 3 fans, and a genius nerdfreak. I grabbed all the fans and placed them at the rear and sides of said xbox. I then went and turned said can of Blow off duster upside down and and sprayed freon all over the rear of the xbox. I then continued to play xbox for a good few more hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-4374724134053680224?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/4374724134053680224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=4374724134053680224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4374724134053680224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/4374724134053680224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-night-of-xbox-live-zombification.html' title='What A Night of Xbox Live Zombification Looks Like'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/SRMh24e1D0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/-gjUqpfd7B4/s72-c/CIMG0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-1451975824173182512</id><published>2008-11-05T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:51:28.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madden 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barack obama'/><title type='text'>Video Games And The Nerd Inside Me</title><content type='html'>Ok.. So I get my school done and decide I want to play some Live on my 360 so I come downstairs and plug it in and get it all set up. Then I go through the long and boring task of updating all my games and the system itself. when I am done with that I through in madden and decide to play some football. So I start it up and Hear: "welcome to ea sports radio." k cool whatever, but wait it goes on to tell me that barack obama was elected president and tells me all the college football games that will be on tonight. How cool is that. Also I just downloaded the Mirrors Edge demo. That game is so amazing. It is parkour on speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-1451975824173182512?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1451975824173182512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=1451975824173182512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/1451975824173182512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/1451975824173182512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/video-games-and-nerd-inside-me.html' title='Video Games And The Nerd Inside Me'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-6037149319124390084</id><published>2008-11-05T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:57:41.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>The Election and Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you know me you know I am a Obama supporter. You will also know that on a daily basis 90% of the people I interact with are people that firmly believe that Obama is going to destroy our country. So after last night when Obama was declared president I went and changed my facebook status to: (and I Quote) "Josh Herrington is exclaming Ka-Flippin-Pow and dancing in the computer room." This was soon responded to by one of my friends. They said that i was an uniformed child who was didn't understand how bad this was for our country because i wasn't a christian. then she continued on to say that my status message was very offensive and should be changed. So in order to avoid losing a friend over this I promptly changed my status message. She thanked me and we dropped the issue and went on to speak of other things. However I log onto Facebook this morning and see this status message: "&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;C***b is really not wanting to live in a socialist country ruled by someone w/ no experience who is elitist snob that befriends terrorists (Ayers)."  And another status that read&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;A*** ******A&lt;/span&gt; is wow our country is shot to hell. fuck obama." And another that read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=102500802&amp;amp;ref=nf" class="status_user_name" onclick="'ft(" dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"C****** *******R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt; is congrats America, we just voted a Muslim over a war hero..." Wait it's not over yet, Here's one more: "C********* *******r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;is selling ticket to mecca, our new capital!!! Cheap Cheap!!!" And yet my comment was insensitive and rude and needed to be removed. Now Mind you I have no problem with the obama bashing status's. I believe it is their right to write whatever the hell they want. But my problem is that I wanted to exclame the happiness i felt through my status message. I did not laugh in Mcain supporters faces like i am sure they would have done to me if their candidate had won. No I merely said what i was doing at the time. So i guess the point i am trying to convey is that before you condemn someone for writing something think of why you are condeming it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3355518625993761208-6037149319124390084?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/6037149319124390084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=6037149319124390084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/6037149319124390084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/6037149319124390084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-and-facebook.html' title='The Election and Facebook'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355518625993761208.post-63923277975847613</id><published>2008-11-04T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:26:25.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heres my life..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello'/><title type='text'>Let Me Explain The Purpose Of This Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK first off  I would like to explain the reasoning behind this blog. I have created this blog as a outlet to express my feeling on a matter that I have confronted on the date the material is posted. This blog is a way to express myself. I really do not plan to set many guidelines for my blog other than to only to talk about what is on my mind. If the content of my Blog offends you please feel free to talk to me about it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But that doesn't mean anything will be changed. So Thanks again for visiting my blog and hope you can make it habit.&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/3355518625993761208-63923277975847613?l=whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/feeds/63923277975847613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3355518625993761208&amp;postID=63923277975847613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/63923277975847613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3355518625993761208/posts/default/63923277975847613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmymindtellsme.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-explain-purpose-of-this-blog.html' title='Let Me Explain The Purpose Of This Blog.'/><author><name>Josh herrington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688125058252172572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j66TMICOzg/TPcCwF5reyI/AAAAAAAABBY/TosrMwWQ0_8/S220/090410125219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
