<?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-8636038096619741450</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:26:25.138-07:00</updated><category term='first day'/><category term='weed'/><category term='backpacking'/><category term='weird words'/><category term='intro'/><category term='shy'/><category term='Nebraska'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='blog'/><category term='trip'/><category term='case'/><category term='ctfxc'/><category term='decision'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='Lovers'/><category term='la vida loca'/><category term='minivan'/><category term='Super Bowl'/><category term='Macbook'/><category term='business idea'/><category term='video'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Eggroll'/><category term='iPad'/><title type='text'>samj830</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>samj830</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504249658953673212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S143eb_P9dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EyhOCJmg-kg/S220/michigan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636038096619741450.post-8212625979128833859</id><published>2010-02-05T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:05:26.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Bowl'/><title type='text'>Who Cares 2-4-10 (Day 12)</title><content type='html'>The Super Bowl is rapidly approaching and the closer it gets, the more and more people talk about it. As all of this hype builds among the people that actually watch through the season, I sit among these conversations and realize that I don't care at all about the actual game, and have started to use the event as an excuse to eat lots of crappy food and get lots of my friends together, because nobody would ever dare schedule something during the Super Bowl. Ever since the Janet Jackson deal, which me and my friends watched live, the game has never been worth watching. I'm probably just preaching to the choir, so consider this my declaration that I don't give a flying poo about the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the uneventfulness of today and it being one of my few Friday's where I'm in town, I'm gonna throw in the towel early today. &lt;br /&gt;-Sam out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636038096619741450-8212625979128833859?l=samj830.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/8212625979128833859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/8212625979128833859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-bowl.html' title='Who Cares 2-4-10 (Day 12)'/><author><name>samj830</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504249658953673212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S143eb_P9dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EyhOCJmg-kg/S220/michigan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636038096619741450.post-7683960875497285209</id><published>2010-02-04T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:12:21.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vida loca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shy'/><title type='text'>Livin La Vida Loca 2-4-10 (Day 11)</title><content type='html'>For the second &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S2tBz8_YK5I/AAAAAAAAABA/l0N24TL7P3o/s1600-h/iphone+case.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S2tBz8_YK5I/AAAAAAAAABA/l0N24TL7P3o/s320/iphone+case.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434509736153721746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;day in a row I managed to sleep in, past two alarms I set for myself and ended up rushing out the door again. Like yesterday I absolutely had to have my coffee but today I was quick enough to make a lunch, so I'm closer than ever to buying a real iPhone case. I say "real" because the one that I have was bought off of this kid at school for $5, and that's all that it's truly worth. The main thing that nags at me about it is that it shows the Apple logo on the back so it could get scratched up I guess. I know I shouldn't be worrying about something as stupid as this but I treat my valuable electronics too well not be buy a nicer one. I put a picture of a case that looks like it up, but just imagine that it's hard and white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the kid who sold that case to me, I started to notice something about people in general over the last 2 years or so. I'm in a lot of "smart classes", largely because I'm not stupid, but also partly because I'm too competitive to drop any of my classes. I'm sure it's like this in every other school in America, but being an athlete in a schedule of classes like I have is a really lonely world. You end up meeting a lot of weird kids but also a lot of kids who you would've never talked to if it weren't for you sitting next to them, who turn out to be awesome people. It's the idea that there's a plethora of people, who are shy for whatever reason that actually turn out to be nicer, cooler people than even some of my close friends, that bugs me. I've always encouraged people who might be a little more shy than others, to start talking for that exact reason; they usually turn out to be super nice. So a message to all of the shy folk out there, don't be waiting on someone to count you in. Myself along with every other human on the planet likes being talked to, so sack up and say hello. It almost sounds like the shy folk could be a cult living in rural Iowa, but I assure you, it wasn't meant that way......... or was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida loca successful avoided me today, and now I've got food to eat and work to do.&lt;br /&gt;-Sam out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636038096619741450-7683960875497285209?l=samj830.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/7683960875497285209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/7683960875497285209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-second-day-in-row-i-managed-to.html' title='Livin La Vida Loca 2-4-10 (Day 11)'/><author><name>samj830</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504249658953673212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S143eb_P9dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EyhOCJmg-kg/S220/michigan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S2tBz8_YK5I/AAAAAAAAABA/l0N24TL7P3o/s72-c/iphone+case.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636038096619741450.post-3998146359891937830</id><published>2010-02-03T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:43:33.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eggroll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minivan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>Amateur Decisions 2-3-10 (Day 10)</title><content type='html'>This morning I overslept, so I had time to do about half of the things that I usually do when I wake up. At the time it seemed like the best decision, but in retrospective I believe I was an idiot for those first 30 minutes of today. Instead of eating breaky, which I love, or making a lunch, I decided to pour myself a shitty cup of coffee to drink on the way to school. Like I said, it seemed like a great idea at the time, but here I am, $8 poorer from having to buy lunch at Lover's Eggroll. Any young-guns out there do the same thing before? And I'm not talking about all you codgers out there, because I know my dad, and especially my mom would find that perfectly acceptable. Despite the brain-fart decision this morning, I'm not at addict status but I sure as hell love my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that I mentioned Lover's Eggroll in such a negative light because me and a couple buddies have gone there everyday for lunch for the past 3 months or so. It's one of those Chinese places that look super crappy until you try their food, which is flat out orgasmic. As long as you don't end up playing hockey on a stomach full of sweet and sour chicken (another amateur decision on my part), there's really nothing on the menu that's not good. Something that we noticed there today was that for all of the time we'd been going there, they had never played music in the background. The reason we noticed was that for the first time, they had the radio on while we were eating. This got me thinking, and I've finalized the background-music-in-moderately-priced-restaurants theory. Basically, the less you notice the music, the better the music is for being played in the background. Don't misread that and see that the less you notice it, the better the music is, because regular music and background music are completely different. I don't feel the necessity to explain the obvious difference between the two so I leave that comparison up for debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my iPhone could catch pictures in the dark better, but as I was driving home today, this minivan took the same left as me into the opposite lane of traffic. After they were on the wrong side of the street, you couldn't get back over because of a super wide medium, so if there were more cars coming, they would've been screwed. Luckily for them, there was only one car going the other way, and they managed to miss each other by a safe enough distance. If it wasn't a minivan, possibly with kids inside, it would've been crazy to see an accident like that. It's terrible of me to say, I know, but I'm just speaking the truth.......I would've stopped to help though. See know I feel bad about saying it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm out $8, I'll be exactly $8 short of getting a new iPhone case. Moral of today; give yourself a nice pinch before making any important decisions in the early morning.&lt;br /&gt;-Sam out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636038096619741450-3998146359891937830?l=samj830.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/3998146359891937830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/3998146359891937830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-morning-i-overslept-so-i-had-time.html' title='Amateur Decisions 2-3-10 (Day 10)'/><author><name>samj830</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504249658953673212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S143eb_P9dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EyhOCJmg-kg/S220/michigan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636038096619741450.post-3524372752828782211</id><published>2010-02-02T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:31:30.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nebraska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><title type='text'>Steve Jobs' Orchard of Perfection 2-2-10 (Day 9)</title><content type='html'>Geez it's been a few days since I've actually had time to sit down and write a full blog, but today I'm back and hopefully for good. The reason behind not posting is split between being on a bus to/from Nebraska and (yesterday) having way too much school work to even think about writing anything. It does feel good to get back in the swing of things though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iPad was announced recently; not sure if it was during my lapse in writing or not, but nevertheless, it's here. I've said before that before I got my iPhone that I was a PC fanboy, but since getting it, I've been infatuated with what Apple has to offer. There's still not too much info to be had about the device, but enough to know that I want one. Sure it might be an oversized iPhone, and not do much more than any of Apple's other products, but there's a few reasons why I really like it. For one, I'll bet that there's really more to the device than we're all aware of. Today there was an update for the Nexus One which allowed the phone to sport the multi-touch ability in a few of its apps, and it seems like that would be something you couldn't just implement in a patch. This leads me to believe that Apple might end up releasing some sort of new technology/app for this device after release, or just hasn't released the info to the public yet. If I had the green for one of them, I'd be standing in line for one in March (allegedly), but the sad fact of the matter is that I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Apple products, I was also thinking about getting a Macbook, but really really really don't want to go through the trouble of selling my XPS 1530. Basically, if I wasn't such a lazy poo, I'd be writing an ad for this laptop instead of writing about writing an ad... in this post. Oh, how I love trying to translate a complex thought into text! I think I covered the jist of it though. The way I see it is with a new, custom built Win7 desktop, there's nothing holding me back from getting one before I leave for college, a year and few months from now. Apple does this nice little thing when the school year rolls around by offering an iPod with every Macbook, so it would almost be like the laptop would be minus the price of the iPod whenever I decided to take the plunge and buy one. I can see myself sticking with Apple phones and having the common interface through a Macbook would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while I was thinking about PCs and Macs, I realized something insane. Macs are unquestionably the easier of the two to use and in many ways, the better of the two. The main difference that I see between the two is that PCs have the ability to be upgraded and have the option to use lots of software that Macs can't use at all, while Macs are sort of their own entity, functioning on all Apple technology. With PCs you have a different brand for your keyboard, mouse, monitor, memory, cpu, graphics, motherboard, router, hard drives, etc., while Apple creates alot of this stuff to be used with, and only with other Apple products. Yes, I realize that Apple doesn't produce its own RAM, but physical user interaction with the part is non-existent , so people have come to think of Apple's Macs as more of an all-in-one deal. Having all of this technology branded by one company is extremely efficient for Apple and has resulted in a near flawless computing experience. This is where I started really thinking about the situation. It really doesn't take too many people for Apple to hire for production of a specific product, such as their router, and therefore creates less jobs. Sure, Apple might be making a hefty profit, but in a comparable PC router marketplace, the companies are able to provide infinitely more jobs than Apple. These additional peoples' incomes fuel the economy, and assist it that much more than Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably not the most accurate account of the situation, but it seems like even though Apple is the more complete, idealistic company, the other less profitable, imperfect companies that exist, end up being better in the long run. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.&lt;br /&gt;-Sam out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636038096619741450-3524372752828782211?l=samj830.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/3524372752828782211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/3524372752828782211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/2010/02/steve-jobs-orchard-of-perfection-2-2-10.html' title='Steve Jobs&apos; Orchard of Perfection 2-2-10 (Day 9)'/><author><name>samj830</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504249658953673212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S143eb_P9dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EyhOCJmg-kg/S220/michigan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636038096619741450.post-2338533892166480236</id><published>2010-01-29T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:28:56.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nebraska'/><title type='text'>Cozy inn cafe 1-30-10 (Day 6)</title><content type='html'>I wish that I could figure out whgy my iPhone uploads won't work, but I only had time to upload a picture a this place we ended up eating at. I'll keep on tryin.. By the way, let's go ahead and count this as the post for tomorrow; I've got a long day ahead of me).&lt;br /&gt;-Sam out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636038096619741450-2338533892166480236?l=samj830.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/2338533892166480236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/2338533892166480236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/2010/01/cozy-inn-cafe.html' title='Cozy inn cafe 1-30-10 (Day 6)'/><author><name>samj830</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504249658953673212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S143eb_P9dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EyhOCJmg-kg/S220/michigan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636038096619741450.post-1924957089657703302</id><published>2010-01-29T14:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:29:59.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nebraska'/><title type='text'>Silos and Pancakes 1-29-10 (Day 5)</title><content type='html'>So today we woke up from sleeping on our charter bus and went straight to breakfast at around 8. After driving past endless fields of corn we get to this place called the cozy inn cafe that looked like it was straight out of the 1950's. Our bus pulls around back and there's 8, maybe, 80 foot tall silos used for god knows what. As were all unloading, the cook comes out of the back and tells us to come in through the kitchen for whatever reason. All weird stuff aside, the people there were probably the nicest I've ever met.&lt;p&gt;We didn't end up getting to the hotel until after our first game, but now that we're actually here, all there's left to do is get my snooze on. Were all gonna see a USHL game later today but all I'm gonna say is that it better outweigh the alternative of another 3 hours of shut eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! Don't know why everyone's hatin, but I really really want one of the ipads. It's just a matter of having the money to blow. Does everyone hate Apple's latest? Sure as he'll seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;-Sam out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636038096619741450-1924957089657703302?l=samj830.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/1924957089657703302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/1924957089657703302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-29-10.html' title='Silos and Pancakes 1-29-10 (Day 5)'/><author><name>samj830</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504249658953673212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S143eb_P9dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EyhOCJmg-kg/S220/michigan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636038096619741450.post-5017794339259811196</id><published>2010-01-28T18:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:30:35.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nebraska'/><title type='text'>Cornhuskers 1-28-10 (Day 4)</title><content type='html'>The other day I was talking about a business idea that I had, and how I thought it was gonna be the next big thing. With this company, I was going to create a vitamin/supplement company who could cater to peoples needs throughout their life via emails and offers. Like make some kick ass flintstone vitamins and continue selling these same people supplements for as logg as possible. The invention part of the whole gig was being able to condense that nasty protien powder into pills you could swallow without having to taste anything. The real brilliance of the whole business plan was in the advertising of it all though. Like those TOMS shoes, I'd donate an equivalent amount life sustaining pills or condensed meals (whatevers feasible) for every unit I sold. To keep this effort independent of politics, instead of just donating this to the "Africa cause" like everyone else, it would go to natural disaster victims and use the sympathy for these people as a&lt;br /&gt;basis for my advertising. Later that day I found out that whenever you condense a protien, it alters the makeup of the protien and turns it into something completely different. So in the end my idea wouldve never worked, but it's still cool to know there's plenty of crazy profitable ways to avoid sitting at a desk untilf you're 30. &lt;p&gt;I'm currently on a 12 hour bus to Nebraska so I'm gonna opt to skimp on today's write. But hey, I'm using the iPhone :)&lt;br /&gt;-Sam out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636038096619741450-5017794339259811196?l=samj830.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/5017794339259811196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/5017794339259811196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/2010/01/cornhuskers-1-28-10-day-4.html' title='Cornhuskers 1-28-10 (Day 4)'/><author><name>samj830</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504249658953673212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S143eb_P9dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EyhOCJmg-kg/S220/michigan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636038096619741450.post-3263395760460192783</id><published>2010-01-26T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:31:17.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nebraska'/><title type='text'>IPhone 1-27-10 (Day 3)</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I managed to leave this out of what I wrote yesterday, but I got the iPhone I was waiting on yesterday and I think I'm already addicted to it. Honestly, before I got it I was a huge PC fanboy, telling everyone why I thought Microsoft was more deserving of the customers Apple was receiving, and to some degree I think that's still true. However, just owning an iPhone has changed my outlook on a lot of things I never would've thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the picture quality isn't complete poo like a ton of other phones I've owned, I can use it as a legit camera and upload whatever I take in what seems like 2 seconds. This means I'll actually have something to look back on when I'm all old and mature. It's not that I'm just now realizing I might want to have something to look back on, but I think I've been too scared to carry around a camera as a guy. I mean I don't see anything wrong with it, but it's not something I'm willing to do at any point during high school. The difference between a camera and the camera functionality on an iPhone has only to do with the picture quality, but for some reason, taking photos with an iPhone is completely acceptable by everyone I know, but if you take a picture with a dedicated camera in front of one of them, you might as well have rammed a dude in his bum. Maybe it's because everyone's to jealous to say anything, huh? Haha I really don't know, but it's weird that things actually work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being able to take pictures of stuff in public and stupid stuff like that, I feel like I'd be able to make my way to more interesting things on Friday nights and weekends when all everyone wants to do is head over to my house and ping pong the night away. In retrospective, that's probably just as stupid as being able to take pictures or whatever, but I still think there's potential for mayhem there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! As I was coming home from my hockey practice, this kid I know was walking across an intersection that I was stopped at. I had my windows down breathin in the air and all that good stuff, so he came over to my car and said hey before running off across the last half of the street. That's not the funny part though; I look over to my right and the guy in his truck is flippin out because I guess he though I was gonna get capped or something brutal you'd see on the late local news. Speaking of hockey, I leave for a tournament in Nebraska tomorrow night. The bus we're taking has wifi apparently so I might try posting from my iPhone if I get crazy enough, but either way I'll try to fit in time for a quick write while I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;-Sam out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636038096619741450-3263395760460192783?l=samj830.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/3263395760460192783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/3263395760460192783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/2010/01/iphone.html' title='IPhone 1-27-10 (Day 3)'/><author><name>samj830</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504249658953673212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S143eb_P9dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EyhOCJmg-kg/S220/michigan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636038096619741450.post-8157627046490355146</id><published>2010-01-26T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:32:29.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backpacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ctfxc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Pot Suckers 1-26-10 (Day 2)</title><content type='html'>So I've slept on the idea of doing a daily blog, and I think I'm gonna keep it up! Something about the idea appeals to me, which is actually a little weird because I've always hated writing at school... Maybe it's just the writing with pencils and such as opposed to a keyboard? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I remembered another dream this morning, and I remembered it in the shower again. What's so weird about remembering my dreams in the shower all of the time is that I can't recall even a little of it just before I jump in, but once I'm actually taking the shower I don't even need to try remembering the dream, it just comes to me as vividly as it did the night before. If this becomes a more solidified trend, my opinion of showers will rise to a level of reverence I never thought possible. Anyways, in the actual dream I made my own little version of the video logs like they do on "The Internet Killed Television". I like the vlogs they do, but it surprised even me, who has had some weirdddd ass dreams before, that I would dream about them. In the vlogs Charles uses this camera with a usb deal that flips out, and with that exact camera, this guy I know and his fiance were doing their own video log for the day in a mobile home somewhere in California. As you might assume, I was there with them in this mobile home and as they were recording their video, I peeked out of the blinds and saw the typical Cali beach scene with guys surfing on huge waves. After this guy and his fiance left the mobile home, I decided that I was going to add in my own bit to the video log. After I did this though, I felt like I needed to delete or edit it before they came back because they would get mad that I'd ruined that day's video. It turned out that I didn't have enough time to do either for some reason. Eventually they came back, grabbed their camera and left again for good. The last thing I remember was waiting for the video to pop up on youtube so I could see what happened. It seems to me that if every dream lasted like 2 more minutes, they would be infinitely better, because you're always waking up right before something crazy happens. Just my 2 cents though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my classes today, I thought that I smelled a skunk, and by a skunk, I mean one that had its asshole in my face. Something smelled realllllly bad. Soon, the girl next to me and the kid behind me started to smell it too, and we started asking people what it was. Turns out, the guy to my side was eating a Pot Sucker which, for those of you who don't know, is a sucker filled with THC. And my god did it SMELL!!!! By the time we all found out that it was him, he was floatin on cloud 9 so when we asked him what was in the sucker he told us; "In each of these, I'm told there's a gram of the dank." Made my day. Stoners may never realize that they're comic geniuses, but they sure as hell deserve some credit for stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I've got a list of weird words started too. So far all that I've come up with is teepee and plow. There's a fine line between awesome words and stupid ones, and I'm determined to define it. While I thought of the word "teepee" I was thinking it almost sounds like it could be spelled "teepy" which would mean "teep" is its root word. Assuming that were a real word, what would it mean? It sounds more legit than teepee don't ya think? "Teepee" vs. "Teep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the idea of backpacking around a country came up and it got me super super interested. Maybe something to talk about a different time.&lt;br /&gt;-Sam out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636038096619741450-8157627046490355146?l=samj830.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/8157627046490355146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/8157627046490355146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-ive-slept-on-idea-of-doing-daily.html' title='Pot Suckers 1-26-10 (Day 2)'/><author><name>samj830</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504249658953673212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S143eb_P9dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EyhOCJmg-kg/S220/michigan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636038096619741450.post-5223657095552676038</id><published>2010-01-25T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:24:01.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Lucid Dreams 1-25-10 (Day 1)</title><content type='html'>Well I guess you could say that this is kind-a-sort-a my New Years Resolution. I started watching this vlog by this guy named Charles Trippy and ending up falling in love with the actual content as well as the idea of keeping a diary of some kind. I'm not sure how public this blog will turn out to be, but for the moment I think I'm just gonna see how I like it all and go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next week, I'm supposed to be getting an iPhone so hopefully I can start adding things like snippets of text and photos from it daily and just upload it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoooo, I guess I should start with what went on today, huh? Welllll, at first I thought that it would be a super-crazy-good day because I was supposed to get the iPhone in question 2 hours ago. Nevertheless, today actually turned out better than I thought than it might. I actually remembered a dream I had, which made me less happy than it usually does. Not because of the actual dream itself, but, i don't know, just because. Anyways all that happened was I walked around a hugeeee, maybe 3 story mall, which was in this town near where I live called Highland Park. So I eventually figure out that it's lunchtime so I make my way up the escalators where I find a Sbarro pizza place. The most notable thing about those places are the giant slices right? But for some reason the only memorable thing about the place was a kid in my English class and the teacher. Now this teacher began the year as the coolest teacher ever in the history of teaching, abut after she got married half way through the year, she started to become somewhat of a bitch. In this dream, she worked behind the counter and whined about everything it seemed like, just like she does in class. There's not much more to it but, weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can remember my dreams from the night before I'll be sure to write it down here because I don't know about you guys, but my dreams kick ass.... Well that one wasn't the best but usually they're awesome. Oh! Just remembered another part of my resolution, again based off the videos from Charles and the gang; I'm usually a risky/fun-loving/talkative guy, but sometimes hide it away for whatever reason. I've realized that I've got one life, and I wanna live it to the fullest. Yes, I realize that's pretty deep for a 17 year-old, hockey player, from Dallas who wants to do something with finance, or possibly something with computers when he's older, but hey, it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last sentence may not have translated very well into text, but I remembered I hadn't really introduced myself yet, so imagine me saying all of that (starting at "17") in one breath. Flows better doesn't it? Thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember to talk about this invention/company I came up with for entrepreneurship class on a day where I'm as bored as I am now, or when there wasn't too much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;-Sam out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636038096619741450-5223657095552676038?l=samj830.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/5223657095552676038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636038096619741450/posts/default/5223657095552676038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samj830.blogspot.com/2010/01/lucid-dreams-1-25-10-day-1.html' title='Lucid Dreams 1-25-10 (Day 1)'/><author><name>samj830</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504249658953673212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EpwrJQians/S143eb_P9dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EyhOCJmg-kg/S220/michigan.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
