<?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-2170648956027092091</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:31:39.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See blogSpot Run.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-1204699192344387553</id><published>2009-12-03T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:43:37.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Tenn of 2009</title><content type='html'>I think I have this blog only for this occasion once a year, to compile music that played a big part in my life over the course of the year. I'm also going to put a small description of why I think each album has deserved its ranking.  Let the countdown begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  The Glorious Unseen - The Hope That Lies in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/images/stories/the-glorious-unseen-the-hope-that-lies-in-you-2009-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be known that I am not a big fan of praise and worship music.  It's not that I feel its outdated by any means, often times it is just filled with cliches and extremely unoriginal.  However, one of my friends at Belmont introduced me to this band right when their record was about to be released and I managed to catch their CD release show at the Anchor.  As soon as I walked in I knew their worship style was of a different kind, and I still feel a connection with my faith when I listen to this record that I can't find with most worship albums.  I recommend listening to "All Around".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Kelly Clarkson - All I Ever Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://albymen.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/all_i_ever_wanted_28kelly_clarkson_album29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would this be a typcial top ten pick for me? No.  I can't deny that I am sucker for that one pop song every now and then but something about Kelly Clarkson always does it for me.  Breakaway is still one of the best pop albums I've ever heard, but AIEW is as good in its own way.  With tracks like "whyyouwannabringmedown", "I Do Not Hook Up", and "Save" (the list goes on and on) I would argue she's the true queen of pop right now.  I think another reason I'm such a fan is because of the value I place on an artist's ability to perform live matching what I hear on the record.  And man, does she have some pipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Rocket Summer - You Gotta Believe EP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.one21music.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/the-rocket-summer-you-gotta-believe-ep-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, when I first heard the Rocket Summer, I knew Bryce Avary was going to be one of those guys that influenced and inspired me.  I love his lyrics.  I love his honesty.  I love him.  He seems to write a lot about the human condition and I identify with that.  Though I do think the lead single "You Gotta Believe" is the weakest track on this EP, that isn't really saying anything.  The song "Light" blows me away everytime I listen to it and I think its the perfect track to wake up to, dancing in your underwear.  The full length may well be my most anticipated record of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Sherwood - Qu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://teenidentitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/sherwood-qu-album-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Sherwood is indie pop's best kept secret.  I wish it weren't this way because I believe this band deserves to be huge.  Sometimes, bands are literally just too good for the general public to catch on to and I think Sherwood is one of them.  Initially when I listened to Qu I wasn't sure how I felt about the record because it deviates so far from the sound of A Different Light.  The good news is, after a few listens you realize its a more mature, honed sound that showcases their musicianship.  "Ground Beneath My Feet" "Maybe This Time" and "No Better" are personal favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Switchfoot - Hello Hurricane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://joseangel12.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/switchfoot_-_hello_hurricane_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months before Switchfoot's latest record, Hello Hurricane was released, I was hearing all kinds of buzz about how it was brilliant.  I guess hearing this time after time, I set myself up for intial disliking of this album when every song didn't sound like "The Sound".  However, after I listened to the album many times through and saw them perform it in its entirety at Exit/In this album had a new place in my heart.  Though you do have the usual Switchfoot sound in songs like "The Sound" and "Needle and Haystack Life", some of the best tracks tend to be the slower ones.  "Free" and "Sing It Out" are my current favorites but it generally changes daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  All the Day Holiday - The Things We've Grown to Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/genericv2/247/47/01AwcAX6tuANUAB3MBAAAAE37_OyU:.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys were my find of Cornerstone this year.  I happened to seem them by mistake but it turned out to be a welcome accident.  Though the record is a fantastic debut, it doesn't compare to seeing them live.  Their set is so intense to watch and will have you dancing before you even know it.  The record flows together so well and standout tracks include "Real Time", "Greener" and "Atmosphere".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  fun. - Aim and Ignite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hangout.altsounds.com/geek/gars/images/2/fun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Deas Vail - Birds and Cages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thealbumproject.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/DVBC-298x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deas Vail makes me feel like I live in Wonderland.  Everytime I hear Wes' vocals they take me far away and I got lost in a sea of symphony.  I thought this record was an improvement over All The Houses Look the Same and that's certainly saying something.  The track combo of "Excuses", "Cages" and "Birds" find me pressing repeat over and over again.  It's also nice to see Thiessen lend some vocals to "Birds" which happens to be my favorite off of the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Relient K - Forget and Not Slow Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thechristianmanifesto.com/main/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/Relient-K-Forget-and-Not-Slow-Down-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this is my favorite band, I warn you not to assume that this record would end up on this list.  It certainly had to earn its spot and it had some very some stiff competition.  That being said, this is probably the first Relient K record that I have ever heard that sounded what I think a full length Matthew Thiessen and the Earthquakes record would.  A lot of people were turned off by this, but I ate it up.  "I Don't Need a Soul", "Part of It", "Sahara" and "If You Believe Me" are the best offerings on the record, im my opinion.  I'm interested to see where their sound progresses next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drumroll, please).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Paramore - Brand New Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://universitychic.com/files/brand%20new%20eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know so many 14-17 year old girls that would probably list this album as the best thing they've ever heard.  Though I wouldn't go that far, I can say I'm in agreement that it is my favorite of the year.  After RIOT! which is in my top 10 albums of all time, I knew Paramore would always be a band I loved.  I just never expected them to put out anything that touched RIOT!.  Not only did it touch it, it may even be better.  No the songs aren't as explosive and in your face as on that record, but Brand New Eyes is packed with the same level of emotion.  I feel like this band are masters at using drum patterns and guitar riffs in unison to accent certain phrases.  I find myself screaming them from time to time.  I hope this is a band I grow old with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there are three albums I have somewhat ignored since I got them so they may or may not fall on the list after I give them a chance.  Say Anything, Thrice and Brand New.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my favorite movies of the year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OYGjUrdllo/SQu4gcez75I/AAAAAAAAJVo/K272eCQaEL0/s400/postercoraline.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/zombieland-movie-poster.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.guruoffilm.com/images/up-2009-movie-poster11.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-1204699192344387553?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/1204699192344387553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=1204699192344387553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1204699192344387553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1204699192344387553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-tenn-of-2009.html' title='Top Tenn of 2009'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OYGjUrdllo/SQu4gcez75I/AAAAAAAAJVo/K272eCQaEL0/s72-c/postercoraline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-6693049632702707509</id><published>2009-04-02T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:13:57.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Chris Tucker.</title><content type='html'>He's legit now. 18 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attempting to revive this thing. It's a comforting little outlet to have.  I think I only use it for when I have an epiphany or something smacks me in the face I should have understood years ago.  That happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;A good friend, Taylor Suppinger, was covering our youth lesson (A. don't draw conslusions and B. ignore the fact I still go to youth class) as our youth leader was away in Alabama fighting fires or doing whatever it is he does.  He gave a lesson on love.  What it is, what it is not.  Simply, he talked about how love was obedience.  I think that's a word people try to separate from love.  I always think of love as unconditional, not submissive but it's just that.  Especially when we are discussing our love for Jesus.  As human, I am a failure on my own.  I'm inferior and I'm a dark, sinister being.  But by being obedient to God, I do what I can to show my love for him.  That hit me rather hard.  It seems like everytime I'm praying to repent, or for a new slate, it seems like I somehow incorporate the phrase "and I'm sorry for failing but I love you and I'm flawed."  While that may be true, I'm severely flawed, that isn't a prayer with meaning.  If I loved God half as much as I would like to, I would have such greater discipline and obedience and stop trying to be an idiot.  I'm not being a pessimist, it's just the simple truth.  I fail, and that's okay.  But what's not okay is continued failure.  It needs to diminish, and I need to never be complacent with the level of faith I reach with God.  I want to go out, still in full force gaining a better understanding of what He is to me.  Another point Taylor made focused on how God was probably more annoyed with us than anything.  Now I think of him being angry, or disappointed sometimes, but I just have never pictured God being annoyed with me.  To God, I resemble a preteen scene girl.  And as we all know, that is terribly annoying.  Like I'm just sitting there yelling "I LOVE YOU" but all He hears is the banging on a cymbal.  An annoying repetition of ignorance.  I hope to work on this, and I'm glad it was brought to my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Reading: The Catcher in the Rye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-6693049632702707509?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/6693049632702707509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=6693049632702707509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/6693049632702707509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/6693049632702707509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-chris-tucker.html' title='Happy Birthday, Chris Tucker.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-8257408017909258107</id><published>2009-02-03T15:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:11:31.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Forgot About Jesus.</title><content type='html'>Seeking us out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-8257408017909258107?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/8257408017909258107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=8257408017909258107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/8257408017909258107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/8257408017909258107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-forgot-about-jesus.html' title='They Forgot About Jesus.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-4683065595305843400</id><published>2009-01-09T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:03:24.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The War Rages On.</title><content type='html'>I'm sure of the cause and I'm sure of the casualties.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only unsure of why I am still fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggle is eternal, that I know.&lt;br /&gt;But for an eternity will I struggle with the same old foes?&lt;br /&gt;The light is there, but shrouded in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Its' source still strong, its' carrier not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly, I ponder what I should be doing or what makes a day meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;And in the process become oblivious to living at all.&lt;br /&gt;The distraction is everywhere, even inside me.&lt;br /&gt;In battle with the fraction of good that longs to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the cost of freedom has always been high,&lt;br /&gt;But freedom from oneself is set at the ultimate price.&lt;br /&gt;To deny oneself and give up all rights,&lt;br /&gt;And in the mystery of how He works, that is how we find life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-4683065595305843400?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/4683065595305843400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=4683065595305843400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4683065595305843400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4683065595305843400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2009/01/war-rages-on.html' title='The War Rages On.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-7911924009746572077</id><published>2009-01-05T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:00:01.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rinse and Repeat.</title><content type='html'>Oh...the irony!&lt;br /&gt;I was going to focus on You but I got distracted on me.  &lt;br /&gt;Tangled up, in what I convince myself is a life.  What I long to make real and important, tangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...the blasphemy!&lt;br /&gt;I scream I'm for you, but I think my name is better.  &lt;br /&gt;You are the King, but I am more suited for the throne,&lt;br /&gt;of lies and lust, and a humanity lost.&lt;br /&gt;Blindly, I lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...the pity!&lt;br /&gt;And to think, I almost thought of someone else, but more important events have unfolded.&lt;br /&gt;Sources say, contact has been made.  Others are trying to reach me.&lt;br /&gt;So for now, You will just have to wait, my pointless words could occupy a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...the mercy!&lt;br /&gt;You show me, and I can't fathom why.  For a life I deny You and You only bleed grace.  &lt;br /&gt;Could this love have no end? &lt;br /&gt;I have tested its extremities yet never find its bounds.  &lt;br /&gt;Lead me, consume me, swallow me whole. &lt;br /&gt;Leave nothing behind, no trace of my former self for it is me that continues this disastrous cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-7911924009746572077?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/7911924009746572077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=7911924009746572077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/7911924009746572077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/7911924009746572077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2009/01/rinse-and-repeat.html' title='Rinse and Repeat.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-8190963864331494969</id><published>2009-01-01T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:46:16.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008?</title><content type='html'>More like 2000 hate.&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this year was interesting. Maybe? I will say, I think its been the most I've ever reflected on myself in a 365 day period and I can say that I managed to somewhat venture out of the depression I had fallen into over the past 2 years.  If you don't know me well, don't get the wrong idea.  I think depression is normal and I was going through times where I just didn't know what to do with myself.  I still don't, but I'm finally learning to cope and am seeing Who it is I need to follow.  But enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went to something around 16 states this year which is nice, I think.  I've always liked to travel.  The year was filled with some great shows and some great friends.  It was filled with more mistakes than anything, but thats what make the good times that much more meaningful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums wise, I'm giving the year to House of Heroes.  I just fill The End is Not The End was the album that did it for me.  It kind of came out of nowhere with hardly any buzz before its release and then BAM! Fantastic record.  Other highlights for me were the new Anberlin, Underoath, Ra Ra Riot!, The Bird and the Bee Sides (because I wasn't expecting much, in all honesty), and I really got into the Farewell Flight record though it was officially released in 07.  I'm not going to attempt to compile a list of the best of 08 because there's just THAT much music I haven't gotten yet from this year that I'm sure would qualify to make it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't picked a favorite movie but as much hype as it received, The Dark Knight kind of blew me away.  I liked Into the Wild a lot, too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this blog isn't at all what I expected it to be, but all I can focus on is right now and where things are heading.  I feel like 2009 could be a big year and I hope to grow into my potential.  For once, I know that I have a few solid friends (I know this because for the first time in my life I miss them when they're not around.  A quote from my favorite book I read this year, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, "I don't know how much longer I can keep going without a friend.  I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like.  It's much easier not to know things sometimes.  And to have french fries with your mom be enough."  That sums things up in many ways.  And though things aren't perfect and they're not always on the up and up I'm starting to see that it's okay to live as an opposite.  One day with things okay, and one day with them not.  It's just how things work and in this life consistency is something that you will chase to the grave.  I guess my goal for this year is just to try to be more selfless, love those around me more than myself and love my God more than any of those things even when I don't want to.  I know this will probably make my year terribly difficult and I'll battle with that needy thing of a beast inside my chest (thank you Donald Miller) but I think I'm up for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to 09, which hopefully can take me down the path of grace and humility.  Because friends, these past few years have been tough for me and there have been days, and weeks, where I just didn't know how to deal or what to do with myself.  Thank the Lord, He's provided when I need it and I hope at the end of next year I can look back and say I failed more than once, but I tried more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-8190963864331494969?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/8190963864331494969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=8190963864331494969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/8190963864331494969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/8190963864331494969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-happened-when-1000-penguins-and.html' title='2008?'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-5391658898492070267</id><published>2008-12-18T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:07:18.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever just sit around and not know what to do. But know you should be doing something and that if you were somewhere else, like work you would know what to do if you had the time to do it? That happens to me a lot lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-5391658898492070267?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/5391658898492070267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=5391658898492070267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/5391658898492070267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/5391658898492070267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-3780574539429249287</id><published>2008-12-02T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:54:22.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was Tough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-3780574539429249287?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/3780574539429249287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=3780574539429249287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/3780574539429249287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/3780574539429249287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-tough.html' title='Today Was Tough.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-2834368310493579540</id><published>2008-11-18T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:02:09.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry Wart.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I worry too much.  About things that even happened.  I just deem them as unforetold possibilities and creep myself out.  I need to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has happened lately, other than a few shows.  The Winter Wonder Slam kicked off last week and it was less than spectacular.  But all is well as I know the Atlanta date will kick it.  Chris and Kelly are coming and I just think that's going to be lovely.  At the show I ran into my buddy Matt Langston of Eleventyseven.  We agreed that we need to see more of each other so I'm going to go hang with those dudes this weekend. Should be rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, guess what's coming? And I don't mean the British. CHRISTMAS. Next week I go to New York for Thanksgiving and the parade and I think my gauge of Christmas cheer just may implode.  I'm not a huge fan of the freeezing cold but I do love this time of the year. &lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, apple cider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-2834368310493579540?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/2834368310493579540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=2834368310493579540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/2834368310493579540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/2834368310493579540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/11/worry-wart.html' title='Worry Wart.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-5011060189791830002</id><published>2008-10-18T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:55:48.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Day.</title><content type='html'>Nothing feels right today.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to describe, so I won't offer failed attempts at trying.  I just feel so awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tickets to go see Underoath.  I drove an hour up I-85 to Amos', saw the line, turned around and drove an hour home.  I can't explain anything today.  My behavior is just off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I make no sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-5011060189791830002?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/5011060189791830002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=5011060189791830002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/5011060189791830002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/5011060189791830002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/10/weird-day.html' title='Weird Day.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-1993470752050659969</id><published>2008-10-07T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:44:50.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I wear boxers or briefs?</title><content type='html'>Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://adweek.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/depends_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 20. I hear that's old.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, I had the best birthday I can remember.  Not just that day, but the whole week in general.  It was a good one.  Meg, Kelly and I attended the first three days of the Uncle Fest Tour and that was a blast.  I can't remember everything that happened but I do remember a limerick a homeless guy once said.&lt;br /&gt;"Whats the opposite of a hard road a ho"&lt;br /&gt;"Row Row Row your boat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are as confused as I was, don't worry. I never got it.  But a few seconds later, the same dude was arrested so it probably wasn't that good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the show, it's probably the best set list as a whole, that I've ever seen. So solid.  House of Heroes was also a highlight of the tour.  Their set is pretty rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much decided to drop out of school next semester.  Scorn me crowd, scorn me.  I don't care.  I don't think a piece of paper that maybe gives me some sense of 'security' is worth being miserable.  God knows, it's killing me.  I have no idea what I'm going to do, but school won't be it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past two weeks, Anberlin, House of Heroes, and Jack's Mannequin all released albums.  I advise everyone to pick up a copy of each.  They will all be making my top 10 of the year and HOH will probably take the top spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dang good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(I wear boxer-briefs.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-1993470752050659969?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/1993470752050659969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=1993470752050659969' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1993470752050659969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1993470752050659969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-i-wear-boxers-or-briefs.html' title='Do I wear boxers or briefs?'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-1902902332845403032</id><published>2008-09-19T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:51:44.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait....</title><content type='html'>I still have a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates soon on nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-1902902332845403032?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/1902902332845403032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=1902902332845403032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1902902332845403032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1902902332845403032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/09/wait.html' title='Wait....'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-1239418799900268914</id><published>2008-07-17T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:07:35.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Blog Begins With a Song of Rebellion...</title><content type='html'>Warped Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all I've done, as of late.&lt;br /&gt;Let the story begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night Meg came down and stayed over the night before the Atlanta show.  The show was about 3 hours away so we didnt have to leave until 6 in the morning.  After staying up until nearly the time to get ready, we slept an hour or two before hitting the road.  We got to the show around 10 and there were already a ton of kids waiting to get in.  Once we got inside, we analyzed the set times and decided we HAD to see Anberlin, The Secret Handshake, and Relient K.  After catching Luis set (which was the usual fun) we headed off to wait for Anberlin.  There one of the few bands I'm really into that I had never seen live.  Needless to say, there nothing less than incredible.  I was impressed at how flawless Stephens vocals were.  Quickly after, we stumbled upon the Kia Tent where it just so happened, Relient K was doing a signing.  Normally, we tend to skip these because its so quick and awkward.  But it does give you the opportunity to get something signed or drop a quick hello and thats exactly what we did.  Strangely enough, while waiting, the crew from FUSE were interviewing kids about Relient K, warped tour, etc.  I decided I wanted to see my mug on national tv so I asked if I could be interviewed.  Meg followed.  We did like a three minute interview about the guys, why we liked Warped Tour, and why I wanted to win a new Kia.  Eassssy.  The lady told us to sign a release form and that our interview MAY be on Fuse Warped Wednesdays the following week.  Of course I didn't expect anything to come of it.  I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/959035280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=1672039030&amp;playerId=959035280&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to get in line for RK very early.  This, I think, was the best decision we could have possibly made.  Why you ask?  We were able to see Say Anything's set.  Now, I've had the ...Is a real Boy album for quite some time.  And besides, WOW, i had never really given it the listen it deserved.  But the minute they took the stage, I knew I was going to blown away.  And boy was I.  They are hands down THE best set on the tour.  I would recommend everyone go see them.  If only to form your own opinion.  Afterwards, Angels and Airwaves played, another first for me.  I was extremely dissapointed.  I think this is one of, if not THE most overrated band of our time.  I mean, there music isnt terrible, I even own a copy of I-Empire.  But I think the majority of their popularity is still based off of the fact that Tom Delonge = Blink 182.  And thats lame.  The set was extremely boring.  Finally, an hour later, Relient K took the stage.  It had been a few months since seeing them so it was quite the reunion.  All in all, it was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warped Tour Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, Meg arrived at my house at 1130 and we drove seven hours to Jacksonville, FL, to meet up with Alexis.  In the middle of said drive, we stopped at a Mcdonalds that was 24 hours.  I asked if they were serving breakfast or dinner and the lady said "baby, whichever one you want".  Interesting.  I ordered two double cheeseburgers but apparently the cashier took note to my indesciveness as one of my burgers tasted normal and the other tasted like sausage.  Also, after not receiving the cookies we ordered, I asked if she had gotten all 6 in the bag to which she replied "no.......(i gave you seven)".  Dirty. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Alexis' house, which reminded me of something from Hollywood except on a marsh.  Basically, it was awesome.  After a few hours of extreme crab hunting, we took off for Elkton.  Warped there was even better than Atlanta, the crowds were better and for the most part the performances seemed better.  We managed to catch Say Anything, Anberlin, Relient K all again.  Another band I was introduced to was Against Me! who were so rock n roll.  Another recommendation.  After catching RK and Say Anything's set we hurried back to Alexis house (mansion) to shower and hit the road.  It was a great day, and worth the ride and good to meet Alexis.  Shes okay. ha. Awesome, fo real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ride home, which was 8 hours....yikes, we passed what we thought was RK's bus.  Turns out it was.  We almost died when i feel asleep and I almost hit a transfer truck but Meg screamed so loud I wasn't even tired the rest of the way home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 hours of sleep after 2 days of absolutely none, we woke up to repeat the process in Charlotte.  This was my favorite show of the three.  RK was very first (of course, this is the show we were late to) but we managed to get up front.  During Sadie Hawkins I was given the microphone and did a little bit of gang vocals which was interesting.  Afterwards, we just kind of meandered around the rest of the day.  I did manage to catch Katy Perry's set and I can say, shes weird, but entertaining.  Maybe not really my type of music, but something to see nonetheless.  But now that I'm going to sign off on this novel I have constructed, I will leave you with my list of top 5 bands you should check out on your stop of the tour if you haven't already been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a particular order......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Oreskaband.  5 Japanese girls, who can speak only enough English to get by, playing Ska music.  Need I say more?  Bring your dancing shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Against Me! - Even if you don't know a single song they sing, you'll find yourself acting like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Anberlin - These guys are pretty flawless, especially if you get the right crowd to back them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Relient K - Of course, I think this is the funnest set on the tour but I do not think its the best.  And though you want hear much of anything pre-MMHMM (besides Sadie) the set is actually really strong and I it's a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Say Anything. - Hands down. Best on the tour.  I could watch it everyday and it was enough to make me crowd surf.  CHECK THEM OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Probably want post for another year after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-1239418799900268914?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/1239418799900268914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=1239418799900268914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1239418799900268914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1239418799900268914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-blog-begins-with-song-of-rebellion.html' title='And the Blog Begins With a Song of Rebellion...'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-4594641907876189742</id><published>2008-07-05T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:52:23.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Giggle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/487024764dab52ab" width="384" height="283" quality="high" wmode="transparent" id="W487024764dab52ab" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should update more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-4594641907876189742?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/4594641907876189742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=4594641907876189742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4594641907876189742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4594641907876189742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-giggle.html' title='A Good Giggle.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-7682541941299966292</id><published>2008-05-20T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:19:31.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get A Life.</title><content type='html'>Since about 4 this afternoon, I've been at home with nothing to do.  And during the past say 6 hours, I've tried to fill my night's worth of time off, with absolutely anything.  For about an hour, i sat on the computer and revisited the same sites over and over.  After that, I walked into the living room, stared out the window expecting something out of the ordinary to happen.  You can probably assume nothing did.  I then came back in my room and alternated between revisiting those same sites, and watching FOUR episodes of Family Guy.  Now, as I sit here, blogging and watching reruns of the Office (which I guess isn't completely pointless) I started to get this overwhelming feeling of shame.  I started to pray that I stop wasting my time like i so often do, by filling it with stuff that will never matter.  I'm sure that God has kept me breathing for other reasons than simply waiting to die.  Sometimes, I can be a ridiculous excuse for anything. Or nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-7682541941299966292?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/7682541941299966292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=7682541941299966292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/7682541941299966292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/7682541941299966292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-life.html' title='Get A Life.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-6046646315432887856</id><published>2008-04-17T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:39:40.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simplicity of Complexity.</title><content type='html'>Ive been thinking about this blog for a few days. I know that sounds lame, but it's mostly because it is.  The main reason I think I put so much thought into it is because it means a lot to me.  It's not a pointless post about pointless plans.  So here it is...ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But He's already made it plain how to live, what to do;&lt;br /&gt;what God is looking for in men and women.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite simple: Do what is fair and just to your neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;be compassionate and loyal in your love,&lt;br /&gt;And don't take yourself too seriously-&lt;br /&gt;take God seriously."&lt;br /&gt;Micah 6:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to understand that sometimes I'm nothing but hypocrisy, but honestly I'm trying to change for the better.  Too often I let this feeling of betrayal and self-preaching consume me, but the truth of the matter is I take myself way too seriously.  I'm not really that important. It's what I did that's going to make define me but the better version of myself I can strive to become.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a boastful post, or preachy in any form, it's just something I'm struggling with and I need to talk out with my conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the AP Tour was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there's this little band called The Rocket Summer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-6046646315432887856?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/6046646315432887856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=6046646315432887856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/6046646315432887856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/6046646315432887856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/04/simplicity-of-complexity.html' title='The Simplicity of Complexity.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-3109700916631327104</id><published>2008-04-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:18:59.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise.</title><content type='html'>I have been at the beach the past four days.&lt;br /&gt;It has been splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Switchfoot Thurs and they were flawless as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I stayed up for SNL and thankfully so.&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest skits in years from Kristen Wiig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a thing for her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/47f9811d57e77e4d" width="384" height="283" quality="high" wmode="transparent" id="W47f9811d57e77e4d" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-3109700916631327104?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/3109700916631327104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=3109700916631327104' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/3109700916631327104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/3109700916631327104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-6196454327656015942</id><published>2008-03-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:40:54.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson In Apathy.</title><content type='html'>As of late, I am screwed and I just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on academic probation at school.  I can't even decide if I want to go back next fall.  I'm no where near deciding what I want to do with my future. I keep worrying about my financial state (which I normally could care less about).  And I feel so out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm okay.  I mean, im in a terrific mood, I just don't care about these things because they don't matter too terribly much to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an odd blog to follow the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I believe I'm different people on different days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a little more consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say I wish the summer would hurry up.  But I don't want to sit around and wish my life away.  I'm going to figure this out.  I have Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-6196454327656015942?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/6196454327656015942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=6196454327656015942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/6196454327656015942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/6196454327656015942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/03/lesson-in-apathy.html' title='A Lesson In Apathy.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-7484412727970862111</id><published>2008-03-14T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:03:32.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Reflect In Retrospect.</title><content type='html'>Now for the blog that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that this week wasn't incredible.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel this is more important than anything right now.  And my heart is just singing with such ferocity that it would be foolish to try to quiet it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of talking about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I don't know why and I don't know for what reason, but God has showed me more in the past week than in the past years.  Guys, I don't even know how to explain.  So many times, I feel my "faith" is so counterfeit that everyone can see right through.  Unfortunately, I am a better manipulator than that and I can make things seem alright when there not.  And for the past few months, maybe even years, I have not been alright.  I've tried to base my faith on feeling, alone, and question myself when things aren't going well and I don't feel like what i think a Christian should.  But I have decided, I am done with formality and fundamentalism and I'm going to make my faith my own.  Because whether you believe it or not, God is the most real thing I've come to find.  The relationship I have with him is so genuine, so tangible and so intangible at the same time.  Almost indescribable.  Lately, I have been reading Blue Like Jazz and the book has just opened my eyes to so many aspects of my weak faith that I've never questioned or tested.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the only thing I'm certain of is that I'm finally choosing to be all I can in Christ.  Its so cliche.  And seems so generic.  But I say these things with more seriousness than anything.  And I know I will fail miserably, but I am still going to try.  I am so sick of seeing everyone invest in this world.  Because I believe this world is run by Satan and evil.  And that I am bad and the good inside me is quite outnumbered.  I plan on this being a life long fight and though I don't know how long this life will last, I do plan on fighting to the finish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this blog may seem out of place, or maybe a quick fix to make myself feel better. But its not.  Its just that for so long I've wanted a real faith, but I have done nothing to seek it.  And have stayed my same old self.  Forgive me for being a terrible example, but just know that I do Believe.  And though i do think i've wanted to believe before, I don't think I have ever experienced something this real.  And so assuring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that even though this feeling will subside, I stand firm in what i believe.  And serve to the best of my ability.  Because I seriously cannot believe I am loved this much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-7484412727970862111?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/7484412727970862111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=7484412727970862111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/7484412727970862111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/7484412727970862111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-reflect-in-retrospect.html' title='Let&apos;s Reflect In Retrospect.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-4432222952895248874</id><published>2008-03-14T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T05:35:16.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Paging Larry Huckleberry"</title><content type='html'>For those of you who dont know, I had quite the spring break.  Saw Relient K twice, once in Nashville, once in Missouri for Ethan Luck's first and second shows, respectively.  T'was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this blog comes from a flight attendant's page at about 6 am in the airport.  After about 4 days of no sleep, that name is one of the most hilarious things you've ever heard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize,  the trip started at 7 am sunday morning in route to nashville. Seven hours.  Meg and I have done worse.  The venue was incredible, the guys were awesome as always, and though the show had a lot of technical difficulties, it was still one of the funnest I've been to.  Note to self, avoid Del Taco for the rest of my natural born life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 215, tuesday morning, I drove to the Charlotte airport to once again meet meg to fly to St. Louis.  After arrival, we were greeted by the Real Chris Tucker.  Before meeting, I was kind of uncomfortable.  The only other person i had this similar situation with was Kelly, however we became familiar quickly over a game of air hockey.  Chris and I wouldn't have this opportunity.  Ultimately, the three of us clicked instantly and it really set the mood for the day.  After meeting up with april and kelly and eating at smokin' chicks (great wings, by the way) we went to wait in line at the venue.  By wait in line I simply mean bring Barnimum and Bailey to town.  April brought Hula Hoops and we entertained the multitudes of passer byers.  Quickly after, Meg realized her wallet was missing.  Though it did suck, we were more worried about not being able to get back on the plane the following morning.  After numerous calls, we were told we would need a police report to get back on the plane.  First off, the only time I thought I would ever file a police report was if I ever got invited to be on Judge Judy (it's the first recommendation she always makes to the plaintiff) or if I ever deicded to kill someone and got a summons from the local CSI investigation squad.  In other words, I thought i would never need one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to just push it to the side for the time being and enjoy the show, which by the way, was _________.  Fill in the blank. I dont want to use the same old descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;A. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;B. Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;C. Scrumptious&lt;br /&gt;D. Drosophila Melanogaster&lt;br /&gt;E. All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer is E.&lt;br /&gt;That baffles even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we walked to the police station to file a report.  It was one of the worst experiences of my life.  We were interrogated.  Like criminals.  And accused of stealing clicky pens.  The "officer" who believed nothing we said told us the quickest he could get a report was the FOLLOWING tuesday.  He didnt understand we had a flight in about 8 hours we had to be on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we cancelled the report and walked back over to talk to the guys.  After being assurred we could get on and talking to everyone for a while, we said our goodbyes and booked out of there.  Turns out, security had no problem with it.  They just had to look through Meg's bags, which was perfect as we hid the bomb in her wallet.  The bad news, we lost the wallet.  I need to quit typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done, this week made me see that Relient K is and always will be my favorites.  Not only has their music played a major role in my life, the guys themselves are incredible.  And though I've never worn an "I heart Jon Schneck" or "Mrs. Thiessen" shirt, I do love them.  Just not enough to put it on a t-shirt.  By means of puffy paint.  With homosexual connotations. I think I might have taken that too far.  Forgive me.  In all honesty, I love those guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R9stcSMDpsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w2SZXrJZNC4/s1600-h/P3110285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R9stcSMDpsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w2SZXrJZNC4/s320/P3110285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177782160534513346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R9stciMDptI/AAAAAAAAAAs/X90MsMRv6ow/s1600-h/P3110286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R9stciMDptI/AAAAAAAAAAs/X90MsMRv6ow/s320/P3110286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177782164829480658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R9stcyMDpuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R844tQnqO6g/s1600-h/P3110282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R9stcyMDpuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R844tQnqO6g/s320/P3110282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177782169124447970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R9stdSMDpvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4_WVj-4Iyp0/s1600-h/P3110278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R9stdSMDpvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4_WVj-4Iyp0/s320/P3110278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177782177714382578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R9stdiMDpwI/AAAAAAAAABE/k0_woh0qO8Q/s1600-h/P3110272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R9stdiMDpwI/AAAAAAAAABE/k0_woh0qO8Q/s320/P3110272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177782182009349890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, worst spring break ever.&lt;br /&gt;Humph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-4432222952895248874?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/4432222952895248874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=4432222952895248874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4432222952895248874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4432222952895248874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/03/paging-larry-huckleberry.html' title='&quot;Paging Larry Huckleberry&quot;'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R9stcSMDpsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w2SZXrJZNC4/s72-c/P3110285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-8686165258526268458</id><published>2008-02-29T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:26:07.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Kill To Make It To The Horizon.</title><content type='html'>So, today is my first friday off in a while.&lt;br /&gt;And i think i know why.&lt;br /&gt;I get bored and do silly things like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/33kr4w4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;It will come back.&lt;br /&gt;I think i look older. I dont know if thats good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Either way. Its a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cd I had ordered a few weeks ago came today.&lt;br /&gt;The Morning Of, "The World As We Know It".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far its the best album I've bought this year.&lt;br /&gt;I had only heard one song from them when i decided to buy it but sometimes you just get a hunch when you're on to something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Relient K in 9 days.&lt;br /&gt;But whos counting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-8686165258526268458?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/8686165258526268458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=8686165258526268458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/8686165258526268458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/8686165258526268458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-would-kill-to-make-it-to-horizon.html' title='I Would Kill To Make It To The Horizon.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/33kr4w4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-344731219590918307</id><published>2008-02-24T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:42:37.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pen Is Almost Out of Ink.</title><content type='html'>So i cant write much.&lt;br /&gt;All had been pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;Until yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleventyseven in good ol' buford, georgia.&lt;br /&gt;It was the longest set ive ever seen them play...which is always fun.&lt;br /&gt;But the show wasnt necessarily the best part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed everyones company more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;I did see the alfonso children.  And a few others i knew.&lt;br /&gt;After the show we all went to eat at burgerking.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan said i had a bright future as a potential permananet merch salesman.&lt;br /&gt;I said i didnt think that should be termed bright.&lt;br /&gt;Matt giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 10 man hug in the parking lot, we got into the cars for the drive home.&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes down the road, the guys NAILED a deer with their van. It was wicked.  We were right behind them and the fur flew off due to the high impact.  When we all got out and made sure everyone was alright we went to move the deer. By the time Caleb and Jon got up there, a man was stabbing the deer in its neck.  He said the deer would be good eats so they loaded it into the bed of his truck.  It was the highlight of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-344731219590918307?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/344731219590918307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=344731219590918307' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/344731219590918307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/344731219590918307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-pen-is-almost-out-of-ink.html' title='My Pen Is Almost Out of Ink.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-4449025165040303258</id><published>2008-02-03T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T12:44:49.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Start This Blog Off With A Question?</title><content type='html'>Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;We the jury find the defendant, Ryne Hambright, guilty of lame blog entitlement and second degree lyric burgulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird. I know.&lt;br /&gt;But its been a weird weekend. I hope I'm spelling weird right.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I've just been questioning myself, endlessly.  About where I want to be in the next few years and what I want to have accomplished other than seeing all shows humanly possible.  Therein leads the question of what school I should transfer to.  I've been looking at this school in Nashville, Belmont University because they offer music business as a major.  But its MASSIVE expensive and a long way away to know noone.  Semi-frightening.  I think it would be easier if I knew someone there.  But I guess there are just somethings I can't know right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm so focused on the future anyway. My present has become a struggle in itself.  School is pretty difficult this semester and money is always an issue but whatever.  I think the things I'm struggling with most are just internal, quarrels in the back of my mind.  I never thought I would say this, but lately I've identified with Britney Spears more than I had ever hoped.  Some days I wake up, and I'm a positive peter and am just so optimistic it makes my other half want to vomit.  And then other days, I wake up hating me and everything around.  Its difficult to explain but bipolar would be the best way to put it.  The difference between ol' Britney and I, is I believe I can control it.  But recently here I havent cared enough to try to save myself.  And I'm certainly not being as strong in my faith as I want.  I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; when I become so easily blinded by the little misfortunes of this world.  Retrospect can be the worst torture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read to here, maybe should tell me why.  Because I have no fathamable reason as to why you would.  But yea, I just hope that I can find what is I'm looking for and start to regain that likeability factor I used to find in myself.  Its slowly dying away.  But the great thing is I know I can always go back. And run back to the arms that always catch the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, dudes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-4449025165040303258?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/4449025165040303258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=4449025165040303258' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4449025165040303258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4449025165040303258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/02/should-i-start-this-blog-off-with.html' title='Should I Start This Blog Off With A Question?'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-5451619544928708740</id><published>2008-01-17T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:33:44.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Sure If It's Obligation or Procrastination.</title><content type='html'>But I havent blogged in a while.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel the need to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, this happend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R5AaCbRadEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vjQDBvply18/s1600-h/Snow+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R5AaCbRadEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vjQDBvply18/s320/Snow+pics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156650202322072642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R5AZubRadDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p0sZ7NgUnyY/s1600-h/Snow+Pics+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R5AZubRadDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p0sZ7NgUnyY/s320/Snow+Pics+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156649858724688946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;A whole TWO inches!&lt;br /&gt;Which is amazing...because it never snows here.&lt;br /&gt;Class was cancelled meaning I don't have to return until Tuesday which is always a plus.  More time to procrastinaite work on my online classes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing major has happened since the last time I blogged. (Which was over a year ago.)  I did see Juno, and it was my favorite movie of the past year. Brilliant.  Everytime I try to buy the soundtrack, it is undoubtedly sold out and I end up buying another cd.  This week was Mayday Parade, A Lesson in Romantics. Which ended up being like finding treasure or something. Love that cd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next batch of shows I'm going to kicks off the 29th with Family Force 5, followed by two weeks of Mercy Meredes, then Eleventyseven on the 23rd of Feb. and Sherwood the 25th.  From there on out, things are unceratin as I keep trying to save room for a Relient K tour that is looking all but nonexistent.  Which blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see Cloverfield tomorrow night after work and I'll let you know how it was whenever I blog next.  Which should be about the time of its release on DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-5451619544928708740?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/5451619544928708740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=5451619544928708740' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/5451619544928708740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/5451619544928708740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-sure-if-its-obligation-or.html' title='I&apos;m Not Sure If It&apos;s Obligation or Procrastination.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/R5AaCbRadEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vjQDBvply18/s72-c/Snow+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-1638561214751237183</id><published>2007-12-30T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T19:27:53.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before The Expiration Date.</title><content type='html'>I need to post my top 10 albums of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Since reading Ethan Luck's list, I thought what a good idea and thought I should make one for myself.  Then I couldnt decide if I would rather just list the albums I listened to the most this year, regardless of release date.  But Ive finally decided that that list could be for anytime so for now I will just make one highlighting my favorite albums of the year.  Do keep in mind, these are not the albums I listened to the most, because a majority of the albums I listened to the most came out in previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready.&lt;br /&gt;Set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Secret Handshake "One Full Year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drivenfaroff.com/wp-content/2007/10/one-full-year.jpg"width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Starting Line "Direction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5109IMEAyrL._AA240_.jpg"width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jon Foreman "Fall EP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jesusfreakhideout.com/cdreviews/pics/jonforemanfallep.jpg"width"200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Almost "Southern Weather" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zambooie.com/product_images/toothandnail/TND52481.jpg"width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eleventyseven "Galactic Conquest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51mO7v5B6CL._AA240_.jpg"width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Anberlin "Cities" (Deluxe Edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/217/516876852_9c0ad1492e.jpg"width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sherwood "A Different Light"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.melodic.net/img6/sherwood_2007.jpg"width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Relient K "Five Score and Seven Years Ago"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicbox-online.com/images/five-score-and-seven-years-ago.jpg"width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Paramore "Riot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://store.fueledbyramen.com/prodpics/ParamoreRiot!Preorder.jpg"width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Rocket Summer "Do You Feel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.islanddefjam.com/av_system_images/av_images/7099V920kMpA_05232007_180414.jpg"width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mention(s):&lt;br /&gt;-tobyMac "Portable Sounds"&lt;br /&gt;-Ruth "Secondhand Dreaming"&lt;br /&gt;-Relient K "Let It Snow Baby...Let It Reindeer"&lt;br /&gt;-Cobra Starship "!Viva La Cobra!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Recognition Awards:&lt;br /&gt;-Jack's Mannequin "Eveything in Transit"&lt;br /&gt;-Jonezetta "Popularity"&lt;br /&gt;-Relient K "Two Lefts Don't Make a Right...But Three Do"&lt;br /&gt;(These are albums I just can't stop listening to.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you agree or not, I hope you enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-1638561214751237183?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/1638561214751237183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=1638561214751237183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1638561214751237183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1638561214751237183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/12/before-expiration-date.html' title='Before The Expiration Date.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/217/516876852_9c0ad1492e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-5795986396816771111</id><published>2007-12-23T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T18:16:19.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relapse and Inconsistency.</title><content type='html'>By the way...&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about my days with April and Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;You should go here.&lt;br /&gt;http://aprilkummrow.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems to remember every detail of every minute.&lt;br /&gt;I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to construct my top 10 albums list soon...meaning in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;I cant decide if im doing the top 10 that came out this year...or the top 10 i listened to this year (meaning they could have come out whenever). I guess I'll decide while opening presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to my hopes of getting Rock Band.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-5795986396816771111?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/5795986396816771111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=5795986396816771111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/5795986396816771111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/5795986396816771111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/12/relapse-and-inconsistency.html' title='Relapse and Inconsistency.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-4999845230423671077</id><published>2007-12-22T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T04:22:26.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Usually Worth the Wait.</title><content type='html'>FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Minnesota is complete.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like it was never going to come.&lt;br /&gt;I'll recap the main events as I am in the Chicago O'Hare airport at 549 in the morning facing extreme sleep deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I got on my flight from charlotte to chicago.  Everything was good until the connecting flight in Chicago, of which I completely missed.  This airport is larger than my county.  Anyway, after arriving an hour and a half late, I finally met up with April and Kelly and we headed off to the Mall of America.  The mall itself was incredible.  But I was expecting more from the amusement park.  It looked...bigger...in the pictures.  Anyway, after the mall we drove 3 hours to Morris, where their apartment is.  After cooking some supper we watched the 4th Star Wars and finally fell asleep.  The next two days we more or less hung around the apartment, went "sight-seeing" in Morris (that is, acknowledging that there is stuff to see), and a had a few snowball fights here and there.  The scenery was beautiful but I'm not sure I like to be cold all the time.  While I was there, I also began to appreciate the 9 inches of snow less and less as it was there day after day.  On Thursday, we got up to drive to Minneapolis for our first show of the Punk the Halls tour.  This is the original reason I decided to come to Minnesota (and to hang with A &amp; K, of course) so I was pretty stoked. The venue was one of the best Ive been to, a medium sized club in downtown Minneapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sneaking in the stage side door, we quickly spotted Jonathan and went up to say hello.  He gave me a hug for flying from SC and bragged me up to everyone.  While waiting, Matt finally came out and also hugged me for my efforts.  I felt quite a bit of male bonding in those few short minutes.  Lastly, Caleb came out and he was just as excited to see us as the Optimus Prime helmet that I got for Christmas.  (it alters youre voice and is pretty radddd)  After goofing off for a few hours, the show began and we sold merch for Elevntyseven.  We did get to watch them play and even though it was only 5 songs it was still such a blast.  I always love to dance with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we drove 6 hrs to Kellys house.  I, of course, did not stay awake as we didnt get there until 7 in the morning.  We slept until 10 and then drove 2 hours to Bensenville, IL for the second show.  We got there early but the guys had went to the mall so we went to see National Treasure 2.  One word. BUMMER.  Being a huge fan of the first i was expecting alot and it just wasnt a well made movie.  I would recommend you go see I Am Legend, instead.  After getting back to the venue, we met up with the guys and hung around until showtime.  We decided to sell merch again but when Eleventyseven came on we once again went out to party.  This venue was so much smaller though.  Smaller than most youth rooms, in fact.  But still, a lot of fun.  Afterwards we talked to the guys for an hour or so until they had to go.  Caleb gave me a kiss on the cheek. twice. And im still not sure how its supposed to make me feel.  For a reason Ive forgotten, Matt said he was and i quote "going to kill me".  I said i would blog that he made such a threat so if the circumstances ever arose and I did what he said, I would have proof that i am not suicidial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Kelly, April and I went to IHOP for our last meal together and around 3 AM they dropped me off at the airport.  Thats where I have been ever sice and my flight leaves at 745 CT.  Even though I had a BLASSSSTTT and needed this vacation more than I can put into words, I am anxious to get home for the holidays and see the family.  Im a sucker for Christmas and I dont just mean the gift giving.  I love being blessed even if i do complain and think I'm not well off.  The truth of the matter is I am immersed and consumed by a God that is incomparable to anything else I will ever know.  And im so thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who reads this drivel.&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget what it is exactly that you're celebrating.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-4999845230423671077?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/4999845230423671077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=4999845230423671077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4999845230423671077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4999845230423671077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-usually-worth-wait.html' title='It&apos;s Usually Worth the Wait.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-6781026858889053692</id><published>2007-12-10T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:19:26.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Days.</title><content type='html'>If Samara from &lt;em&gt;The Ring&lt;/em&gt; called me right now she probably wouldnt get the horrified response she was looking for.  In fact, I would just scream in utter excitement because I am seven days away from a week with Kelly and April, places I've never been and music I love to dance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So call me Samara. &lt;br /&gt;I dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days.&lt;br /&gt;Seven long days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-6781026858889053692?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/6781026858889053692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=6781026858889053692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/6781026858889053692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/6781026858889053692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/12/seven-days.html' title='Seven Days.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-1727847116740849745</id><published>2007-11-21T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:20:08.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the correlation of salvation and love.</title><content type='html'>Give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Today. Tomorrow. Every day.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad as a culture we have to set aside one day. ONE day to say what were thankful for. Most of the time. Im unhappy with so much and get so stuck on me. It makes me sick.  Whether we admit it or not, theres something we can all be thankful for. Our health. Our relationships. For me, my God. Ive never known love like that.  For once. Lets quit complaining. About our situations. Our lives. (or lack of having one).  And just appreciate things for once.&lt;br /&gt;Things could be so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;I cant even fathom.&lt;br /&gt;This blog says "our" alot because i don't want to face myself and replace every other word with the pronoun "my".&lt;br /&gt;It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;But true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankfully&lt;/em&gt; there's more than this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-1727847116740849745?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/1727847116740849745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=1727847116740849745' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1727847116740849745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1727847116740849745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-correlation-of-salvation-and.html' title='This is the correlation of salvation and love.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-2501540627340337392</id><published>2007-11-15T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:47:32.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DanceBlogDance</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, the DanceRawrDance crew rolled into Charlotte to make a quick stop at Amos'.&lt;br /&gt;I was ever so delighted.&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Handshake.&lt;br /&gt;Jonezetta.&lt;br /&gt;Family Force 5.&lt;br /&gt;All in one show. Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say or describe or inform you this show was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;The best show Ive been to this year only behind The Appetite for Construction Show in Atlanta (but really, come on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the venue 6 hours early because Amos' usually fills up quick but apparently things are different on a school day. We got there at 145. The next people in line behind us arrived at 6.  Obviously, during those 4 hours, I had to do my best as line monitor and keep the kids from pushing and/or breaking.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we were front and center. The show started with Luis and Co. (tsh for those of you who dont know...) and I'm about 98 percent positive Im the only person there that knew any lyrics he had ever written.  I sang as loud as possible. Ask the girl who was beside me.  She gave me the wtf! look many, many times.&lt;br /&gt;Next was Jonezetta and I knew they were going to be great.  In my opinion, their cd is nearly flawless (minus communicate).  In the middle of their set, my friend passed out so I had to get out for a minute but quickly made my way back to the front after reviving her with my water throwing abilities.  &lt;br /&gt;Finally, FF5 came on and it was INSANE.  Everyone pushed up to the front and I was crammed against the barrier.  I always feel at home when i cant move well, am sweating uncontrolably, have one arm in the air to stabilize myself and dance and the other snapping as many pictures as my batteries will allow. Check em out at flickr.com because some of them are pretty sickkkk.&lt;br /&gt;I would post them here but I dont know how yet and Chris isnt online so i have no means of finding out anytime soon. FF5 lineup was the best Ive seen as they played Business Up Front, Party in the Back almost in its entirety.  &lt;br /&gt;After the show, I talked to Luis and Jonezetta but the line for FF5 was wayyyyy too long and we had to be back by 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetically, I can't quit pre-planning next year and all the shows I'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;As all of you (or maybe none of you) know, next year is The Year of Relient K as deemed by me. My goal is 20 shows for the entire year. Including spring tour, summer festivals and random shows, and fall tour. The least I will settle for is 10 (this being if they choose to not do a spring tour or fall tour.)  However, there are a ton of other bands I want to see including, but not limited to FF5, Jonezetta, TSH, The Rocket Summer, Eleventyseven, Sherwood, and a few others.  &lt;br /&gt;But I should probably get back to the present and immediate future.&lt;br /&gt;School. Work. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;However, Minnesota is almost exactly one month away and I think we can all agree thats something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-2501540627340337392?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/2501540627340337392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=2501540627340337392' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/2501540627340337392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/2501540627340337392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/11/danceblogdance.html' title='DanceBlogDance'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-7940376063460472542</id><published>2007-11-12T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:27:07.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>My faith is being tested.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Its nothing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But internally, im going through some pretty pivotal things.&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement is keeping me going.&lt;br /&gt;Its everywhere I turn.&lt;br /&gt;Dont give up. Dont give in.&lt;br /&gt;Thats how I know its real.&lt;br /&gt;Thats how I know He's real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-7940376063460472542?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/7940376063460472542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=7940376063460472542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/7940376063460472542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/7940376063460472542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/11/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-4907897945878062564</id><published>2007-11-05T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:45:20.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled Blog Formerly Titled Speechless</title><content type='html'>I just woke up and the Relient K weekend extravanganza is, in fact, complete. As truly sad as I am to say that (for many reasons which we can discuss later) I can't possibly fathom a better 48 hours than what I just experienced.  Okay. Let's start this thing off. Because it might get rather lengthy.  &lt;br /&gt;So, Thursday was Columbia and Meg and I got to the venue around 4 oclock.  Show started at 7 so we just kind of stayed in the back and hung around with some people we had seen at a previous show.  Before the show, Jon Foreman came out and introdcued himself.  We were both just kind of speechless because of the fact its Jon Foreman and he's seriously one of the most down to earth people you could possibly meet.  Finally, we went inside because we had this wierd craving for construction.  Ruth came on (incredible band, if you dont know them check it out) followed by RK.  Let's just say we were a tad excited.  Our seats ended up being in front of Schneck which is all we could have asked for.  The set itself turned out to be much better than i thought it would.  Of course, when sleigh ride came on, our plans came into action and we put on our Christmas sweaters and light up antlers. Jon just pointed and laughed.  We were so far over, it was hard for the other guys to see but everyone in the audience was pointing at us and laughing. Im sure they were thinking, idiots, but we however were laughing on the inside. Switchfoot came on and I was just blown away.  If you have never seen them live, it will seriously twist and turn every idea of what you think a live show should be, and form it into something 10 times better. After the show, we talked to Dave and informed him of all the shows we were going to. He gave us one of his cookies and that's always good to get a cookie unexpectedly.  After a quick pic with Thiessen and another chat with Jon Foreman, we headed back home.  The next day, I woke up thinking that a night cant get much better. I'm not sure if ive ever been that wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday rolled around and it was time for the show in Greenville.  This time, our seats were front row but John Warne side.  Not Schneck side, but it was somewhat welcomed to see the show from a different side for once. Before the show starts, Schneck walked to the side of the stage and I just sort of waved like an idiot.  Luckily, he recognized me and came over to chat.  We talked for about 10 min. and I told him about the weekend and asked about some fellow JSNAGers.  Amazingly, he actually knew my name without introducing myself and from that point on I felt...different.  The show was incredible.  Just as good if not better than the night before.  This time, however, Mr. Thiessen saw my antlers and asked if I would go on a sleigh ride with him.  I said yes in a completely heterosexual way and agreed we can only cuddle if we get cold.  Of course, Switchfoots set was yet again probably the best live show I have ever seen.  &lt;br /&gt;Finally, after long await, Sunday morning came and it was time for a 3 hr drive to Atlanta.  Meg and I were the first people at the venue so we walked to get something to eat.  We asked a security guard where we could go and he kept saying "puppets!".  After repeating ourselves numerous times we headed off to find "puppets".  After a good 10 min walk we discovered he was trying his best to say PUBLIX.  Geeez. I havent laughed that hard in months.  While in the store, we were walking down the card aisle when all of a sudden Fat Bastards face popped up.  When you opened the card it said "Im gonna eat ya! Get in mah belly!..etc. etc."  It also said Happy Thanksgiving so we knew it was the perfect going away gift for Dave. Obviously.  Before leaving, we also saw a superman one that when opened, plays the theme song.  Of course, you know who that ones for.  After getting back and just hanging for a few hours, Dave came out and talked to us for a while.  Of course, we gave him our card and told him how much we were going to miss everything about him.  About an hour later Thiessen came out wearing the jersey April and Kelly bought him and we said...."we saw that before you got it." He laughed then said "wait...youre the kids that have worn antlers the past 3 nights. We said guilty and were taken away by the baliff.  Hoopes came out for a few words and then we were left to mingle for the last 2 hrs until showtime.  Right before security came over, Schenck walked out but he was on his way to a meet and greet.  We gave him our card and headed inside.  (If you have read this far. I dont know why. But you are about to be blown away.)&lt;br /&gt;We walk inside and our seats our front row. dead center. no barrier. When we would sit down our feet rest on the stage and when we stood up we just set our elbos beside the mike.  Its the best seats ive ever had at a show. Even General addmission.  Finally, RK came on for the FINAL time and by this time, they all recognized us.  Matt would look us and wait for us to do all those 'tricks' he had up his sleeve and just laughed.  However, when sleigh ride came around, things were a little different.  Before the song even started. Before anything was said or done.  Matt just looks at us and says, "so these guys have been at the past 4 shows and have dressed in their christmas sweaters and antlers every night. So just go ahead and come on up whenever you get dressed. We changed pronto, and were on stage in front of 5000 people. SOLD OUT SHOW.  Matt told us to introduce ourselves and say how many shows weve been to.  I said my name was Sara, then corrected myself, and that I had been to 11 shows.  Ethan gave us the bells and we threw out Candy Canes as Matt started to play.  We danced around the entire song, with the guys just laughing at us.  You cannot describe what its like up there with them. Only that you feel like its where you should be all the time.  After the song was over, High of 75 came on and it got REALLY SUNNY.  We put on our silly shades and the guys continued to chuckle.  At the end of the show, without even raising our hands, Dave walked over and gave us both one of his drumsticks. All of a sudden, things got kind of sad. But we were in too much awe to be sad or ungrateful.  People were highfive-ing us and one girl even asked for a picture with us. HAHAHA.  Switchfoot came out for the final time and Jon said...I know you guys. During ON FIRE, we held the mike stand while he sang.  The set blew me away once again and I realized the shows had gotten progressively better with each night and that Atlanta couldnt have possible been any better.  After the show, we had to go soon but Schneck came out and told us thanks for coming and dancing with them.  He asked if were going to anymore shows this tour and we informed him we were broke and had to work. &lt;br /&gt;We got in the car. &lt;br /&gt;Breathed for the first time that night.&lt;br /&gt;And just couldnt believe what had happend.&lt;br /&gt;The entire ride home, sporadic moments of omg would pop up or 'did that just happen'?&lt;br /&gt;Ive never had so much fun in a weekend or at a show for that matter. I needed this so bad, words cant even describe. &lt;br /&gt;I know this was long. But I had to tell someone EVERY detail of what happend. And i chose you.&lt;br /&gt;I probably wont blog again for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But you never know when youre going to run into RK.&lt;br /&gt;Or the joys of putting on a christmas sweater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-4907897945878062564?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/4907897945878062564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=4907897945878062564' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4907897945878062564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4907897945878062564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/11/untitled-blog-formerly-titled.html' title='Untitled Blog Formerly Titled Speechless'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-3442233201099225082</id><published>2007-10-16T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:50:16.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year blog free.</title><content type='html'>Okay maybe not.  But i was 18 the last time i blogged and now im 19.  Not too much has happened since then.  I had a good birthday but it seems there coming a little quicker than I prefer.  After a month or so of no real big plans, I finally have a lot going in life.  This friday, eleventyseven for FREE followed by the rocket sumemr and sherwood saturday night.  All in all, it should be an amazing, work-free, weekend.  In two weeks is the relient k weekend extravaganza.  They never let me down.  &lt;br /&gt;In other news, October is half way through so you know what that means, Christmas! If i were thanksgiving i would be jealous.  I guess its just the racism shown when youre of native american descent.  I like everything about Christmas.  People act like its more of hassle than anything with the gift buying and all.  I never see it like that. I like the overwhelming giddyness I have when it rolls around. And the time to sit back and be thankful for all that i have.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should do Halloween first.&lt;br /&gt;I think im going to be Craig, Spartan Cheerleader from the SNL skits with Will Ferrell and Cherri Oterri. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Craig. I did drugs, once.  I am a Spartan. So check me out! So check us out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that came a little too easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-3442233201099225082?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/3442233201099225082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=3442233201099225082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/3442233201099225082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/3442233201099225082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-year-blog-free.html' title='One year blog free.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-492173564776672574</id><published>2007-09-27T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:00:53.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy Brushed Red</title><content type='html'>I woke up to find that my first class had been cancelled today.&lt;br /&gt;I think its a tremedously great way to start off the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I have this hour or so to spare, I guess its time I blog.  The boring nature of my life is more than reflected in my upcoming 'weekeend'.  Fri work. Sat work. Sun work. I have no plans. On top of that, Im missing the Sullivan show in spartanburg for 8 dollars. GEEEEEZ.  On another note, I youtubed Relient K "softer to me" this morning and actually found a few videos of them performing. Pretty rad.  My mom and I were watching Knocked Up just a few minutes ago but I couldnt really get into it because it was unnecessarily vulgar. I always think movies are funnier and wittier when the writers dont HAVE to rely on things like cussing just to get a few extra laughs. I dont cuss alot but when I do its usually for semigood reason.  One week from today I turn 19. Its really wierd. To think after next year i wont be a teenager anymore.  Overall, Im pretty satisfied with that because I think the 20's have a lot going for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might quite possibly be the most boring blog ive ever written.  I just havent had too much going on lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe later today something climatic will have happened.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-492173564776672574?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/492173564776672574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=492173564776672574' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/492173564776672574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/492173564776672574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-woke-up-to-find-that-my-first-class.html' title='A Boy Brushed Red'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-8692949453092228519</id><published>2007-09-23T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:31:04.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Dalmations Minus the One Cruela Is Wearing.</title><content type='html'>Lets just start off by saying that i was off both days this weekend (which never ever happens). Yesterday was CMD at carowinds where i got to see Relient K for the 8th time.  I wish we could have been closer to Jon just so he would have been aware of our presence but either way the show was great. I caught Daves drumstick and a kid offered me 50 bucks for it. I told him he didnt understand that it was in fact the drumstick of one, Dave Douglas.&lt;br /&gt;Now...back to what tonight is all about. After I got out of church this morning (which was so routine that the hypocrite in me just had a field day), I was doing what the spanish call nevegar la red.  I started reading peoples blogs and one of them had schnecks link on it so i figured why not. I clicked to find a list of 100 things about him.  After i read to number two, it was like a race to get done.  You dont know how bad you really want to know various random facts about a person that they deem important enough to blog about until you see it for yourself.  Needless to say, he has inspired me to compile a list of my own. Somewhat of a self evaluation if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For the most part I despise ice.  I never put it in my drinks.&lt;br /&gt;2. The sound of ice being crunched is probably my 2nd biggest pet peeve.&lt;br /&gt;3. Only behind smoking, which drives me absolutely mad.  If someone could explain a beneficial reason to do it I would consider altering my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;4. I played the saxophone for 7 years starting in the 2nd grade.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hated it all 7 years and finally got brave enough to tell my mom i wasnt going to do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love God. Its as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;7. I fail God more than any other person i have met.  &lt;br /&gt;8. Not one person knows more than half of me.  The other half i keep to myself.&lt;br /&gt;9. This side is my dark side and I'm trying to become more aware of it so that i understand my limits and my weaknessess.&lt;br /&gt;10. I will never understand why God has been so good to me after all of the flat out moronic things I have done. &lt;br /&gt;11. Besides God, music is the only thing that understands me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;12. I go to a concert at least once every month because its my antidrug.&lt;br /&gt;13. Relient K has been my favorite band since the 9th grade and probably always will be but other bands I love are just as important.&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm in my second year of college and still have no idea what it is I want to pursue in life.  &lt;br /&gt;15. After 14 questions I have realized life is not all about me. In fact, its not about me at all.&lt;br /&gt;16. With the exception of one maybe two people, I have no friends where i live. Its not a pity party, but its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;17. I have 8 dogs and they get a good third of my paycheck every month.&lt;br /&gt;18. I complain all the time that i dont understand what God wants me to do or why he isnt showing me but deep down I know it might have to do with the fact that I never ever read my Bible.&lt;br /&gt;19. If you dont know by now, im extremely lame. &lt;br /&gt;20. My social skills are pretty terrible. I like to think otherwise, but deep down its true.&lt;br /&gt;21. My biggest struggle comes in the form of repetance.  Its really easy to ask forgiveness, but I hardly ever turn away.&lt;br /&gt;22. Ever since i can remember, Ive always felt like i was destined for something big. But it never happened.  Regardless, I still have a sense of hope that doesnt seem to fail.&lt;br /&gt;23. The only food i will not touch is celery. If i wanted to eat something that tastes like bark i would do that on my own time.&lt;br /&gt;24. I pee with the door open. Always. &lt;br /&gt;25. I am pretty extreme and would do just about anything. (i.e. skydiving, any rollercoaster, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;26. My favorite sport to watch is tennis. Im ready to find someone else that has the love for that game the same way i do other than the Brits.&lt;br /&gt;27. Stereotypes make me scream. I dont think most things need a sense of classification. &lt;br /&gt;28. Deep down, I love math and english.  I just dont like being forced to write or read.&lt;br /&gt;29. I still have 71 more truths to go.&lt;br /&gt;30. I think depression isnt a problem, but more a part of life. Its something everyone will eventually go through and you just have to know how to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;(No i am not siding with Tom Cruise).&lt;br /&gt;31. I do alot of things alone. Im not sure if I really prefer it or not, but i can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;32. I dont want to get married til much later in life. Closer to 30.&lt;br /&gt;33. I also dont want to attempt to plan my life out, then there would be no point in living it.&lt;br /&gt;34. I have pretty big problems with self image. Especially for a guy.&lt;br /&gt;35. I remember getting made fun of middle school and not even caring. It was actually really wierd but it never phased me.&lt;br /&gt;36. Dating is not my thing and im not going to pretend to be married to anyone. &lt;br /&gt;37. I have a fear of life after 30. Not because i will probably be married but because I have this wierd attachment to my youth.&lt;br /&gt;38. When I was 8, I entered a contest to win a cruise and found out two months later i won. I was disqualified because you had to be 18 to enter and was there after grounded.&lt;br /&gt;39. I find it harder to love my family than anyone else in the world and I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;40. I check myspace too much everyday and I would like to break away from that habit.&lt;br /&gt;41. My favorite sports to play are volleyball and tennis. Im decent at both.&lt;br /&gt;42. Sometimes I sing at church. Solo. And i have a terrible voice. But its my form of worship.&lt;br /&gt;43. I have fallen out with a lot of things in life. (i.e. youth group, friends, most forms of social life)&lt;br /&gt;44. I have the stupidest hair for a guy. It grows in every different direction possible. I never let it grow out but am finally going to see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;45. I want my left ear pierced and maybe my lip too.&lt;br /&gt;46. I dont want any tatoos because I just know my skin is going to sag big time.&lt;br /&gt;47. I love everything about 90's nickolodeon.  If i could be on Legends of the Hidden Temple I would probably finish olmecs temple in 28 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;48. The number of movies that I have seen is almost unfathomable.&lt;br /&gt;49. My favorite chick flicks are Legally Blonde and Miss Congeniality. Im certainly man enough to admit to this. Other favorites include Best in Show, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Twister, Little Giants, Stranger Than Fiction and Disney/Pixar Creations.&lt;br /&gt;50. Routine equals Insanity. (think about it)&lt;br /&gt;51. Questions and scenarios never stop running through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;52. If i ever become famous, Im not sure how im going to manage my myspace.&lt;br /&gt;53. Im 18 and i just started taking piano lessons. Im hoping it will be better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;54. The only girl ive ever had a serious relationship with cheated on me in 9th grade. Needless to say, I cried for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;55. I can write like a girl. Better than a girl actually. But this is not a feat i take pride in.&lt;br /&gt;56. I have addictions I need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;57. My first job was cleaning dog poop out of cages at a vet.&lt;br /&gt;58. When i was 5, i won a contest and sang Rudoplph the Red Nose Reindeer on the radio. &lt;br /&gt;59. People let me down a lot.&lt;br /&gt;60. I have way more girl friends than guy friends, and I dont really understand why. Im not a girl. Guys intimidate me more. This is due to fear of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;61. I have never really worked out. Except in middle school gym when we were forced to. But i can run all day.&lt;br /&gt;62. I have a wierd obsession with numbers. Every single day I check box office numbers and every wednesday I check sales at billboard.com. I could care less whos at the top, I just like to memorize what numbers go where.&lt;br /&gt;63. I dont think ive ever had a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;64. The right part of my forehead has a tumor on it and if i turn to the left you can see it. Its not malignant, but it still looks live i have horns about to come out. My mom claims I am, in fact, the antichrist.&lt;br /&gt;65. I dont have a good relationship with my dad and ive always held a grudge against him and even God for that. (you dont have to tell me how wrong it is because i already know and am working on it)&lt;br /&gt;66. For a guy, i dont know much of anything about cars. I couldnt tell you how one actually runs or what is what under the hood.&lt;br /&gt;67. I dont like people who are inclusive.&lt;br /&gt;68. I wish I had someone I could really count on.&lt;br /&gt;69. My first animal was a hermit crab by the name of Jon Jon.  One day, he pinched me and from that point on, I never ever acknowlegeded his existence. He died due to dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;70. I have never broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;71. With a girl, I have never done anything more than kiss. (not even make out)&lt;br /&gt;72. I dont have a bed. Instead, I sleep on a couch in my room.&lt;br /&gt;73. I have been abandoned by people I thought were very close to me more than 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;74. My first celebrity crush was on Hilary Duff and when I was 13 I saw her in concert. This affirms my lameness.&lt;br /&gt;75. I cant decide if i like how my name is spelled.&lt;br /&gt;76. I have over 100 beanie babies.&lt;br /&gt;77. My memory is extremely strong and if you tell me something one time I can almost always remember it.&lt;br /&gt;78. I have never done anything that was classified as extracirricular.&lt;br /&gt;79. I would be more than willing to argue that Pluto is in fact a planet. And that once a body of mass is deemed a planet, that can never be altered.&lt;br /&gt;80. If you asked me to pick a hero i couldnt. &lt;br /&gt;81. I wish i could say that my life has had more interesting things but it really hasnt.&lt;br /&gt;82. Until i was 17, I thought that Jesus laid carpet. As ashamed as i am to admit this, I swear it is 100 percent true.&lt;br /&gt;83. I dont believe anything is unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;84. I dont believe in abortion under any circumstance. If you want to argue about it fine but im not budging.&lt;br /&gt;85. I prefer to have some kind of juice or water than soda.&lt;br /&gt;86. One time, I told my cousin i would give him 2 reeses pieces if he let my other cousin fart in his face. Luckily, he loved chocolate and I would argue it was my favorite dare ever.&lt;br /&gt;87. I hate when people call themselves emo. Its the stupidest thing ive ever heard. Everyone has emotion. Everyone just doesnt wear them on their sleeve or cry for attention for people to notice them.&lt;br /&gt;88. This is the year i was born in.&lt;br /&gt;89. I hardly ever cry when people die.&lt;br /&gt;90. I like to follow pop cultre alot. But i almost hate myself for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;91. Ive never drank any form of alchohol.&lt;br /&gt;92. The word nipples angers me.&lt;br /&gt;93. One time i met Sterling Marlin at a conveninet store.&lt;br /&gt;94. I won a pair of tickets to meet Diamond Rio when i was 12.&lt;br /&gt;95. I cannot spin in ciricles without throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;96. Im extremely competitive.&lt;br /&gt;97. Noah, Micah, and Aaron are what I would like my children to be called.&lt;br /&gt;98. I have almost drowned before.&lt;br /&gt;99. Im scared of so many diffent aspects of life and ending up alone.&lt;br /&gt;100. I want to impact the world in ways I cant imagine and have all of the reassurance imaginable on my deathbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-8692949453092228519?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/8692949453092228519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=8692949453092228519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/8692949453092228519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/8692949453092228519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/09/101-dalmations-minus-one-cruela-is.html' title='101 Dalmations Minus the One Cruela Is Wearing.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-9120506474190723247</id><published>2007-09-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T19:46:32.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Is for Losers.</title><content type='html'>Which is why im dropping the class.&lt;br /&gt;It requires too much of me.&lt;br /&gt;Too much time. Too much studying. Too much thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be nice to have to go to school at 930 instead of 8...&lt;br /&gt;Its not going to be nice to have to take 20 hrs next semester to save my life scholarship (ouch).&lt;br /&gt;Who am i kidding. I'll probably have quit by then. If some reason to quit came up tonight i wouldnt be there tomorrow. Or ever again for that matter. I feel like its a big waste. Every time i play it out in my head i always get the same outcome.  Sacrifice everything for a degree? Just so im 'set' for the rest of my life. I never said i wanted to be set. I said i wanted to be satisfied with where I am and what im doing. Right now im not. Its not like i havent said this all before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.&lt;br /&gt;I had a 4 way with Kelly, Chris, and April last night. Not that kind of 4 way that just popped in youre disgusting mind.  Being the first time weve all talked together i knew to expect something great. I just didnt know what to think when my superpowers started coming to me. It was pivatol. The Fantastic Four are real now.&lt;br /&gt;Booooyah.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to minnesota in 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;I turn 19 in 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;I fail two test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I search one soul tonight.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolves around numbers.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolves around a hunt. A witch hunt.&lt;br /&gt;For meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is somewhat spastic.&lt;br /&gt;Yet honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-9120506474190723247?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/9120506474190723247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=9120506474190723247' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/9120506474190723247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/9120506474190723247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/09/geography-is-for-losers.html' title='Geography Is for Losers.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-624779300885702631</id><published>2007-09-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:45:51.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Soda's For Winners.</title><content type='html'>Bascially after seeing eleventyseven last thursday i decided i would fly somewhere to see them in the winter. So i looked up the dates of their upcoming shows and being the strategic man i am, thought, where do my allies lie in coexistence with these dates. When i stumbled across a minneapolis date on december 20, two lovely persons popped in my head. If you guessed Regis and Kelly, you were close! Ah yes, April and Kelly! So on December 18 at around 6:48 AM, I will depart on my way to the great state of Minnesota to hang with them for a few days before rocking away with Matt, Caleb, and Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;And i got a serious deal on this whole package.&lt;br /&gt;300 dollar plane ticket.&lt;br /&gt;A good 60 dollars worth of gas since theyre kind enough to pick up at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;50 bucks or so for food.&lt;br /&gt;But..wait for it...wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;Im on the guest lists for the show!&lt;br /&gt;I saved nine dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Who can pass that up?&lt;br /&gt;I can already tell this is going to be some serious fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-624779300885702631?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/624779300885702631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=624779300885702631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/624779300885702631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/624779300885702631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/09/mini-sodas-for-winners.html' title='Mini Soda&apos;s For Winners.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-6081126426017256644</id><published>2007-09-11T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:09:21.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath and All Things Finished</title><content type='html'>After months of planning, saving money, etc. the Orlando trip is complete.  Rock The Universe turned out to be just as awesome as I thought it would be. But well get back to that later...  &lt;br /&gt;Even though the parks at Universal Studios dont have many rides, the few they have are really good (with the exception of one or two).  In Islands of Adventure we rode every ride at least 21 times, including The Hulk. The 2nd time we rode, Erin and I sat in the front. Not only because the front was amazing but because im pretty sure I sat in the same seat Ellen did for her show a few months back.  Which was as fun as it sounds. I got frustrated more than once with some of my pals but in the end, everything worked out for the greater good.  Universal studios rides are more of just 'okay' because most are just simulations based on movies. However, the revenge of the mummy defies said generalization.  It was probably the best ride we rode while we were at both parks. Now I'm just kind of rambling because I havent blogged in such a long time that I feel like this one should be climactic.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, back to the shows. Though we were minus one Soul Glow Activatur Family Force 5 still put on an amazing show as my dancing shoes were put to the test.  But it was the second night that really made the 9 hr drive worthwhile. Of course, this is somewhat predictable seeing as how Relient K was in fact headlining. Then add tobyMac to the mix and you have yourself one eye-popping, head-bangning, two-step danceoff of a show.  We waited in the rain for a few hrs, myself without an umbrella because and i quote "i was told to bring one!!!".  Needless to say, I was completely drenched.  All in all, the rain along with a good group of people, and two of my favorite artists at the top of their game combined to be one of the best shows I've ever been to. &lt;br /&gt;In 11 days, we do it all over again at Carowinds with basically the same lineup. Oh boy. As amazing as these shows are, i do miss small venues where you get to hang with the bands for a little while. I know i want get that on the upcoming Appetite for Construction Tour either of which i have four different shows im going to see.  I'm sure for the spring tour RK will be back to more modest size venues and we will all talk and play boggle. Speaking of smaller venues, the Dance Rawr Dance tour is coming to Amos' in about 2 months and I want to let everyone know that the contest for said show is cancelled. I have already won. Bus party and all. Okay, so not yet. But soon. And what a grand time it will be.&lt;br /&gt;This blog is lame.&lt;br /&gt;It took a weeks worth of my life to feel up a few paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-6081126426017256644?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/6081126426017256644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=6081126426017256644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/6081126426017256644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/6081126426017256644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/09/aftermath-and-all-things-finished.html' title='The Aftermath and All Things Finished'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-3205282107176606397</id><published>2007-08-30T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:07:16.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Olser, Allergies, and Lost Keys.</title><content type='html'>Ive seen better days than today. But then to say ive seen worse. On the spectrum, I think today falls somewhere between unfortunate and what i like to call the suck zone.  The day started off on what some would dub the wrong foot as I brushed my teeth only to discover a sharp sting on my lip.  It was an olser, which are never fun.  They make it impossible to eat ketchup or any salt based prodcut. Until this spring, ive never been allergic to anything. Or at least anything ive come into contact with. However, around the beginning of May I couldnt breath for like two weeks. Im sure it was a world record. Maybe. Now those allergies are back and ive been snotty and clogged up all day.&lt;br /&gt;Due to all of this happening, I came home from school to crash on the couch and missed piano. I was so tired I couldnt even raise my left eyebrow. Pathetic. Maybe my body just knows that I have Rock The Universe coming up and it wants to get anything that could keep from me dancing out of my system. Good to know. Its less than a week away and my work schedule is not too bad this week either.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Ill be on the up and up by tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US Open has begun so that always keeps me in front of the tv and surfing the net for match results. I think more people should appreciate tennis. Its extremely instense. Most americans dont. Maybe i should move to England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its thundering outside.&lt;br /&gt;That calls for a good night's sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-3205282107176606397?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/3205282107176606397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=3205282107176606397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/3205282107176606397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/3205282107176606397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/08/olser-allergies-and-lost-keys.html' title='An Olser, Allergies, and Lost Keys.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-1707653602497911561</id><published>2007-08-29T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T18:19:23.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worse Than Razor Teeth Making Camp Beneath Your Bed.</title><content type='html'>This is seriously the most disturbing thing ive ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;I warn you before you watch this that youre life will never be the same and you will probably feel like you need to take a bath afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=lfe1tGukN2Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that wasnt scary.&lt;br /&gt;At least now we all have an idea of what religion looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was distinguishable from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to an old lady at work about God and how so many people are hypocrites (im certainly not audacious enough to remove my self from this group) and she said something that blew my mind. "the blind can't lead the blind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;the complexity.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-1707653602497911561?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/1707653602497911561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=1707653602497911561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1707653602497911561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1707653602497911561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/08/worse-than-razor-teeth-making-camp.html' title='Worse Than Razor Teeth Making Camp Beneath Your Bed.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-1400001210653830827</id><published>2007-08-26T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:30:51.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog On The Sabbath When I Should Be Resting.</title><content type='html'>"And today was a day like any other...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know who that is, youve earned a pat on the back. &lt;br /&gt;So today was pretty routine(ish). Church, work, home. Except today i finally dismantled my bed and forced (literally) the couch i bought through my unhinged doorway. Its nice to have no bed. Now my 4 x 4 room feels like a 5 x 5. &lt;br /&gt;Now that i think about, today was so plain. So ordinary. Something must have happenend that I've forgotten. Surely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock the Universe is 10 days away. Enough said. That means friends. That means music. That means Relient K. That lethal combination can have side affects including but not limited to: amusement, estaticism, cramps in the abdominal region (from loads of laughter), and the occastional...nausea, heart burn, indegestion, upset stomach, diarehha. Jingles make the world go round. That i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that chris says hes making a certain phrase ive coined his headline. That im looking forward to. I'm sure it will be big.  I have a fish named Melvin. I bought him a few months ago. I bought two other fish Bonnie and Clyde, but tragically, Bonnie died so, of course, Clyde had to kill himself. But the awkward thing is they died months ago and Melvin is still going strong. Now the twist! Wait for it..Wait for it. Hes a cleaner fish! You know the ones that eat the shadooby the other fish excrete. So how then is he still alive. Im conviced that Melvins the spiritual reincarnation of a young child by the name of Ishamel that died during the Holocaust. Its pretty interesting actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;One fish. Two fish. Red fish. Jew fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhino. Pidgeontoe. (You decode).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-1400001210653830827?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/1400001210653830827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=1400001210653830827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1400001210653830827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1400001210653830827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-on-sabbath-when-i-should-be.html' title='A Blog On The Sabbath When I Should Be Resting.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-491961768369716714</id><published>2007-08-23T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:21:31.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs to See The Optician? Eye do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow. I woke up today with a twitch in my right eye. It has been consistently annoying throughout the day and I dont understand where it came from.  Do people just wake up with eye twitches. Or is it going to get progressively worse. Oh well, guess eye will just have to wait it out. Im done with puns. Even if theyre great fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, today was the first day of class. It was ok.  College is college and its not fun from most standpoints. If one of my professors isnt careful he is going to be strangled by his belt. Naturally, he wears it almost around his neck.  When im 70 or so, im going to wear skinny jeans and band tshirts and not even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, i guess this is the jist of my daily blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If youre familiar with basic spanish, watch this. &lt;br /&gt;It gave me quite the laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pCBGeny1DM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-491961768369716714?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/491961768369716714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=491961768369716714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/491961768369716714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/491961768369716714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-needs-to-see-optician-eye-do.html' title='Who Needs to See The Optician? Eye do!'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-1337583875250095984</id><published>2007-08-22T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:38:49.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Agreement With Apathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today started out just like any other day. Cliche as this is already sounding, it might be worth the read. The problem is that lately my 'other days' have been filled with a lack for, well anything. Im starting my sophmore year in collge, getting back into a routine (if you will) and have honestly never been more tired from nothing in my entire life. I have no reason to be tired. I just have grown used to my complacency. Needless to say, things were a little different today. A couple of days ago, someone was telling me that i should check out the Message. It's a version of the Bible that has been paraphrased (not translated) by a pastor named Eugene Peterson. With a name like that, you know things are probably going to get pretty serious. Anyway, today I actually purchased it and without even reading the actual Bible, I read his introduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasnt really even paying attention to what i was reading because a group of people that were already at church were getting on nerves (mainly because I was in a bad mood but also because..well). Then, I came across this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Reading is the first thing, just reading the Bible. As we read we enter a new world of words and find ourselves in on a conversation in which God has the first and last words. We soon realize that we are included in the conversation. We didnt expect this. But this precisely what generation after generation of Bible readers do find: The Bible is not only abou us but to us. In these pages we become insiders to a conversation in which God uses words to form and bless us, to teach us and guide us, to forgive and save us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We aren't used to this. We are used to reading books that explain things, or tell us what to do, or inspire or entertain us. But this is different. This is a world of revelation: God revealing to people just like us- men and women created in God's image- how God works and what is going on in this world. At the same time that God reveals this all, God draws us in by invitation and command to participate in God's working life. We gradually (or suddenly) realize that we are insiders in the most significant action of our time as God establishes his grand rule of love and justice on this earth. "Revelation" means that we are reading something we couldn't have guessed or figured out on our own. Revelation is what makes the Bible unique."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you read all that, youre a serious trooper. And hopefully, you can take a piece of understanding from it like I have. Those words are so true and so often I am aware of God's presence but can't begin to fathom His justice. I'm not trying to get all preachy or tell you I had a "God moment" because i strongly dislike that term. But today, God knew what the burden on my heart was and he knew exactly what i was going through. I like this lyric "You're the only one that understands completely. You're the only one who knows me yet still loves completely." And that song holds a dear place in my heart because sometimes all I yearn for is understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This blog is beginning to take the shape of a short novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'll wrap it up here by saying that the ties I have so often shared with apathy in recent months have been severed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ive never been more glad to lose a 'friend'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-1337583875250095984?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/1337583875250095984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=1337583875250095984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1337583875250095984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/1337583875250095984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/08/agreement-with-apathy.html' title='The Agreement With Apathy'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170648956027092091.post-4848643202506496628</id><published>2007-08-21T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:52:25.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Antsy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have taken the time and effort to construct a blog. I think this says something. I have a reason to be on the computer even more and that I feel the need to write about an incredibly boring life. All things aside, I have a serious problem. Today, as I walked into the kitchen to get a doughnut I noticed a black circle under the box. After reaching in for said doughnut, the black dot began to scatter confirming my suspicions that the table didnt have the dreaded African Ringworm. No, what I was dealing with was much more dangerous than that. More than something a simple vaccine could solve. We have ants. And its pretty bad. There was a line from the kitchen door to the counter (which is probably a good mile and a half in the eyes of an ant). As most people can imagine, having an ant infestation doesnt make you feel so sanitary. Or good about your own home. Thankfully, someone has already lived through this situation and RAID was invented. I recommended that my mom not eat anything from the kitchen within spraying range because the room was bathed in insecticide. As of 7:33 east coast time, the ant party is officially over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On another note, someone who i like to hear write and get insight on has constructed a blog (apparently weeks ago im just not in the loop). Though i wont announce who due to said person and his confindentiallity agreement with myself (giggle giggle), lets just say they're not so good with friend requests. I think those of you who know who Im talking about are sort of rejoicing inside because its even more of an escape from our own lives. But lets be honest, Jon Schneck is the best blogger we know and will be the champion for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think ill go run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2170648956027092091-4848643202506496628?l=letitallout1040.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/feeds/4848643202506496628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2170648956027092091&amp;postID=4848643202506496628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4848643202506496628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2170648956027092091/posts/default/4848643202506496628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallout1040.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-antsy.html' title='Getting Antsy.'/><author><name>Ryne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05037438816842690270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bsXp9PMo9iU/SOteNxBf21I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHFYANzm1bE/S220/n12724528_36359477_4888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
