<?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-582726899907147673</id><updated>2011-10-20T18:03:03.449-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Starcraft'/><category term='Martins'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='HTML'/><category term='Nothing'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='Star'/><category term='Events'/><category term='First Game Review'/><category term='Cove'/><category term='Starcraft II'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Trek'/><title type='text'>Jayke's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Just some thoughts that I've decided to put on a monitor and keyboard...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-987582175856383663</id><published>2011-07-25T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:43:58.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival, A boat, AND a mini fair!</title><content type='html'>You saw the title! That's right! I went on a cruise with the cruiseline Carnival. Now, I didn't want to post about the entire trip, so I figured I might as well just talk about my favorite things ABOUT the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the main thing that I want to talk about is Ping-Pong. I played a ton of it on the ship. Andy and I were having some intense battles, and I think we ended up in a tie for how many games we won. We played each game first to 21, win by two. We had a game go clear up to 38 before it ended. It was fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing is the spray-paint artist. This guy was incredible. He would take some posterboards, spray some of the paint from the cans, and then use newspaper, plastic bags, and a few bowls to create incredible works of art. He would spray, wipe with a newspaper, cover it, and then spray more and VOILA, Jupiter was sitting on the paper. It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I think the last thing was the food. I think if I was to choose between my favorite food, and Carnival food, I would choose carnival. It was so good. The thing I liked best was their Black Tiger Shrimp. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, feel free to ask questions about the cruise. I can answer them in further posts or in the comments section. I'll do my best to stay on top of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and disregard the Sections thing in my last post. I've got another blog for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your life be filled with smiles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-987582175856383663?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/987582175856383663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=987582175856383663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/987582175856383663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/987582175856383663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2011/07/carnival-boat-and-mini-fair.html' title='Carnival, A boat, AND a mini fair!'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-7149348420036302398</id><published>2011-07-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:11:13.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starcraft II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HTML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Being Gone</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been quite a while since I last posted. My last post was actually during my HTML class as a Sophomore. Right now, I'm a Senior in High School. Missed a full 2 years. Holy cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just thought that I should post about my life so far, and the major events and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from that time, Junior year happened. Absolute torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in the summer of Senior year. It's time for me to relax and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for events, here's what went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I was a member of Gem Boys State, which was a crappy experience, but looks good on college applications.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I went on the Martin's Cove Handcart Trek.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I went to a Tennis Tournament in Boise. I lost every match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's been going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the next thing about this blog is that I'm going to be posting about a game that I like, Starcraft II. This game is an RTS (Real Time Strategy) game. Meaning, that there's a LOT of thinking involved in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm going to be posting about this game is because I could possibly get help on the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to get into tournaments for it or anything. I just want to get good at the game and be able to enjoy playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't want to read that stuff, I'll be posting two sections. Regular Life sections and StarCraft II sections. That way, you can skip over me talking about a dumb game, and you can find out my recent shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That's what my plan is for this blog. Hopefully, if someone Google's my name, or Google's StarCraft II strategies or something, my blog will be tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right'o, that's all for this post. Be expecting lots more. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-7149348420036302398?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/7149348420036302398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=7149348420036302398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/7149348420036302398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/7149348420036302398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-gone.html' title='Being Gone'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-538348954825263691</id><published>2010-04-04T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:37:14.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML Midterm</title><content type='html'>So, I've been in my HTML class 6 units so far. There are 7 in the class, so I'm almost done. After a little while, we've finally gotten into the routine, and our class is getting along. However, as I'm doing assignments, I run into problems. Here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down, quickly tick-tacking my name and password into the computer. Casually I open up all the things I need, and I read my instructions: "Below the code for your h2 tag, type this code (I can't quite remember it, but this is a rough estimate:&lt;br /&gt;#sidebar {&lt;br /&gt;font-family: arial, helvetica, san-serif;&lt;br /&gt;color: black;&lt;br /&gt;backround-color: white;&lt;br /&gt;border: red solid thick;&lt;br /&gt;padding: 1em;&lt;br /&gt;margin-left: .5em; } "&lt;br /&gt;Easily I type it in and hit Alt+F+S. Then, I hit Alt+Tab and switch to the Internet. I've got the html document open, and so I just hit F5. The code I typed in doesn't change a thing. What did I do? I go back to my codes. Oh. I forgot to apply the id selector. Hastily I arrow down to the place I'm supposed to put in the code: div id="sidebar". I put it in, put the /div in and go back and hit refresh. It still doesn't change. I groan on the inside. Now I have to go back, reread my code and find the single typo that caused 2012 to happen in my computer. I go back. I've typed everything right. I glance back and forth. Still nothing wrong. Great, I must've put the wrong thing SOMEWHERE ELSE! Now I have to go back through the whole DOCUMENT! I start at the beginning. Nothing wrong. I get to my first thing, the Body tag. Nothing wrong there. I go through further and further. I go to my h2 selector. Here's the code I had:&lt;br /&gt;h2 {&lt;br /&gt;color: red;&lt;br /&gt;background-color: black;&lt;br /&gt;text-align: center }&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone spot the error? I didn't see it until I went over it a third time.&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT THE SEMICOLON AFTER THE CENTER. Wow. It took me fifteen minutes to put in a dumb semicolon. I felt almost as stupid as a fly who goes to a bug zapper. I put the semicolon in and what happens? EVERYTHING WORKS. Yeah, I know. I live a horrible life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-538348954825263691?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/538348954825263691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=538348954825263691' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/538348954825263691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/538348954825263691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2010/04/html-midterm.html' title='HTML Midterm'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-1720996868341606666</id><published>2010-03-04T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:47:03.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untouchable</title><content type='html'>Don't let the title fool you. I just wanted to have a coolio title. Anyway, I had to post how my Tennis tryouts went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I made Junior Varsity. This was not the best thing. I didn't like it. It was not super fun. I mean, I liked it, but I didn't think it was the coolest thing ever. This year, I tried out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at tryouts. The sun was shining. A friend I knew was there. We had previously talked about tryouts, and we both hoped to make Varsity. I parked my truck and pulled the key out. My hand was shaking. I opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coby. You ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ready as I can get." I slammed the door shut, my bag bouncing on my leg. I walked to the other side. All the other side doors were locked. I open the gate and we gather around Coach Vogt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright. Take three laps, stretch, and we'll start." We do this, and then we begin. We line up on the North side of the courts. Sean, the local pro, starts to feed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, I'll tell you court 1, 2, or 3 after you hit a few." The first three go. All go to court one. All were extremely good. The next one goes. He's called to court 3. The next 4 go. All Court 1. All Varsity material. I'm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball lands, and I hit it. Bad feed, I have to pick it up off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one. Bad feed again. I'm off balance. Too far away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third one. Again, bad feed. I pick it up off the ground once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Court 3." Rats! JV again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the last people go. We all are in court 3. The coaches count the people on Varsity. There are 8. There needs to be 10. The coaches decide to get 2 JV onto the Varsity, so we go again. We serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I serve incredible. We have to hit again. I get good feeds. I hit okayish. We sit on the court, waiting the final decision. They deliberate for a while. We're all called to gather around the coaches. Coach Vogt pulls out her clipboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, great tryouts everyone. These people are to meet me here at Bruin Courts for Varsity practice on Monday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dan Olsen. Andrew Bortz. Michael Zitterkopf. Dallas Hunt. Punn. Nathan Algate. Christopher Slette. Jeff Ward. Ryan Algate. Coby Carter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just about pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE VARSITY TENNIS!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-1720996868341606666?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/1720996868341606666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=1720996868341606666' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/1720996868341606666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/1720996868341606666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2010/03/untouchable.html' title='Untouchable'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-420646811212233638</id><published>2010-02-24T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:22:59.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs</title><content type='html'>I recently was thinking about money, and about how much everything costs nowadays, and I came down to one solution to all MY money problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realize some of you out there are laughing and saying of course, but I DON'T want to get a job right now. I'd have to work every day and then come home, do jobs, practice piano, do homework, and then I'd have like, 30 minutes to relax. Now, I'm not saying that this is bad, I just don't like doing everything in one day with that much time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the issue of playing Tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to make Varsity this year, and I have to practice every day in order to play in the games. This means Monday through Friday, 3:30 to 5:30. Wow. Not much room for much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully though, during the summer, I might have a lot more time for that stuff, and no homework, so I'll be just fine there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest problem is finding a job at 15. Not many people hire then. Usually it's at 16. This means I have to wait a whole year in order to get a job. However, I keep thinking of the money I could be saving while switching to Allstate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. However, I am thinking of the money. Minimum wage is $7.50 an hour. That's a lot of dough for Coby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a thought I had. Hope you enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-420646811212233638?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/420646811212233638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=420646811212233638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/420646811212233638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/420646811212233638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2010/02/jobs.html' title='Jobs'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-4907321531055399033</id><published>2010-02-20T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:43:43.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have gotten addicted to playing the piano. It's usually the thing I do when I wanna pound something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main song I play is "What I've Done" by Linkin Park. However, I know several songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, whenever there's a dance, I go find a piano and play for about thirty minutes total. I get a lot of amazed looks, and I really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I face a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have run out of songs to learn, and I cannot find the ones that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main song I want is the one from Paul Cardall called Baptism. I know, Thomas can play it, however, I really want to, as I need some calmer songs to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could make any suggestions as to what I could play, please let me know. I am open to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you could, please post as to where I could get the music. I don't want to go scouring for about three hours and come up dry. If you don't know, I will look, but I'm just eager to play something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-4907321531055399033?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/4907321531055399033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=4907321531055399033' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4907321531055399033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4907321531055399033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2010/02/piano.html' title='Piano'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-8394668414523286358</id><published>2010-02-17T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:47:39.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML</title><content type='html'>Recently, I posted about being on a class online. This class is called HTML. HTML is the language for web pages. So basically, I'm making web-pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not saying I'm an expert, or that I'm the worst, but I am actually making web pages, and I think they look good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first web-page was called listingnew.htm, and it was pretty neat, being the first web page I ever made. I liked the fact that it was really fun to make too. However, the problem is that the web-pages are really basic. My homepage, I didn't have too much code, but I do have a lot of elements that I like in it. I have a list, I have inserted an image that wraps around text, and I have a line that separates my assignments from my d me page. I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the reason I'm talking about this is because I have a craving to make web pages. Lately, all I've wanted to do is make one. I really like it. Now, this doesn't mean I CAN, because I can't. I don't have a use for anything I make, so all I really have to so is sit and wait for assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why, but I've also really enjoyed the class itself. It's really fun and easy too! The teacher is very knowledgeable about what material is, and she's very nice about helping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all about this post for now. Please comment if there's anything you want to know. I really enjoy reading the comments. Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-8394668414523286358?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/8394668414523286358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=8394668414523286358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/8394668414523286358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/8394668414523286358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2010/02/html.html' title='HTML'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-3720685826057711762</id><published>2010-02-11T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:05:36.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I'm in 10th grade, and I'm taking Honor's English. In this class, we do a lot of literary analysises, analysiss... analysi? Anyway, we do a lot of those, and I cannot for the life of my analyze literature. You could tie me up, stick me in a box full of literature, leave me there for a week, and I would have analyzed only the fact that I'm in a box filled with random books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, in this class, they ask us, what is the theme of this book? Heck, I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book we just read is Fahrenheit 451. It's about a guy, ironically enough named Guy, who starts off by burning books. He gradually realizes how bad it is to censor everything, and he changes and becomes someone who wants to save the books. Now, the theme in all of this? Not a clue. My best bet is, and you can quote me on this: "One who burns books, burns all of humanity." I know, it's horrid, but I can't think of any others. Others in my class, they're all over it. "Censorship will eventually lead to the downfall of any society." "Knowledge is key to any society." How am I supposed to get that from: "It was a pleasure to burn"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell what the author is trying to do, but I think I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the writing I do, it's just straight action. No similes, no metaphors, no underlying meaning, just straight fighting, thinking, strategy making, and lots of people in black trying to get out of a base before a bomb explodes with vital information on the enemy's computer systems. That's it. I don't try to blend politics into it! Ray Bradbury, he gets up on that little soap box of his and scolds us about censorship. I, personally, don't see it, and so I've had a hard time in the analyzing part of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me explain myself. This class isn't just read, analyze, and discuss. This class is mostly analyze. We analyzed Ayn Rand's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anthem&lt;/span&gt;, Elie Weisel's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;, poetry, and now Fahrenheit. The list goes on and on, and I can't analyze any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the guy who teaches the class, Mr. Davis, is helping me out a ton, and he's also a very forgiving teacher. I got an A in the class, but I'm not sure I GOT the A....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, and so goes my high school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-3720685826057711762?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/3720685826057711762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=3720685826057711762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/3720685826057711762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/3720685826057711762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2010/02/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-6560218614273913698</id><published>2010-02-06T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:22:31.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDLA</title><content type='html'>Alright, I realize that I haven't posted in a while, and I know that many of you were following my blog. So, i'm gonna get back into the blogging habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this year, I am a sophomore at TFHS. This means I have to get High School credits. Well, one of those credits is PE. My parents and I decided that PE wasn't going to be the best option, so we're going to take a dual-credit option at CSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This created an open period. I could take another elective, or another core class. I decided to look into IDLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDLA stands for the Idaho Digital Learning Academy. It's a website that allows you to take classes online for credits in high school. After looking for several months, I decided to take HTML as an online class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this being my fifth week of logging in, I casually brought up my IDLA page. I clicked into the little box to type in my username. It's a really long series of numbers that I have to remember. So, I type it in, and then I go to my password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, recently my password typing in skills have dropped. I either type in an extra stroke, or I miss a key. It usually takes me about three times to log in to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put in my password, and just as I thought, it doesn't log me in. I try again. To no avail. I try about three more times before I get frustrated. I try putting it in every which way. Finally, I click on forgot your password. I'm yelling at my dad as to why it won't log me in. I click on the little box and.... I type COBY. Caps lock was on. How embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the little key, type in my stuff again, and what happens? I LOG IN. Wow. Talk about dweebish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my little adventure for today. Also, tell your friends, your neighbors, your uncles, aunts, your uncles' aunts, your dogs, cats, birds, rats, mice, creepy hobo guy who stands outside your house begging for a corn on the cob. Tell them about me. (I'm gonna try to beat my dad in number of views a day.) Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-6560218614273913698?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/6560218614273913698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=6560218614273913698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/6560218614273913698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/6560218614273913698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2010/02/idla.html' title='IDLA'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-4863008019338049966</id><published>2009-12-19T13:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:37:24.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Lately, after listening to a radio station called 94.3 KTPZ, I've noticed that they play the same song about 2,000,000 times in one day. I've often wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we all know the songs from the old times, Don't Stop Believing, Sail Away, Josh Groban, Journey, you get the point. However, these new songs are starting to become annoying. Why you may ask? Why is exactly my question. Why are we playing these dumb rap songs with a beat by a drum and a piece of paper being tapped for an authentic clapping sound? My answer is formed from several pieces of evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I've noticed all of the popular songs have easy to learn and remember lyrics. Let me explain. Here's an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling... &lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling... &lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling... (Woohoo)&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling... (Woohoo)&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night &lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up&lt;br /&gt;I got my money&lt;br /&gt;Let's spend it up&lt;br /&gt;Go out and smash it&lt;br /&gt;Like Oh My God&lt;br /&gt;Jump off that sofa&lt;br /&gt;Let's get get UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we'll have a ball&lt;br /&gt;If we get down&lt;br /&gt;And go out&lt;br /&gt;And just lose it all&lt;br /&gt;I feel stressed out&lt;br /&gt;I won't let it go&lt;br /&gt;Lets go way out spaced out&lt;br /&gt;And loosing all control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my cup&lt;br /&gt;Mazel tov&lt;br /&gt;Look at her dancing&lt;br /&gt;Just take it... OFF&lt;br /&gt;Lets paint the town&lt;br /&gt;We'll shut it down&lt;br /&gt;Let's burn the roof&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;Do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta feeling... (WoooHooo)&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling... (WoooHooo)&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night (HEY! )&lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up (lets live it up)&lt;br /&gt;I got my money (I'm paid)&lt;br /&gt;Lets spend it up (Lets spend it up)&lt;br /&gt;Go out and smash it (Smash it)&lt;br /&gt;Like Oh My God (Like Oh My God)&lt;br /&gt;Jump off that sofa (Come On! )&lt;br /&gt;Lets kick it OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my cup (Drank)&lt;br /&gt;Mazel tov (La chaim) &lt;br /&gt;Look at her dancing (Move it Move it)&lt;br /&gt;Just take it... OFF&lt;br /&gt;Lets paint the town (Paint the town)&lt;br /&gt;We'll shut it down (Shut it down)&lt;br /&gt;Lets burn the roof (Woooooo)&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it (x4)&lt;br /&gt;And do it (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up&lt;br /&gt;And do it (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it(3x)&lt;br /&gt;Do it, do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we come&lt;br /&gt;Here we go&lt;br /&gt;We gotta rock&lt;br /&gt;Easy come&lt;br /&gt;Easy go&lt;br /&gt;Now we on top&lt;br /&gt;Feel the shot&lt;br /&gt;Body rock&lt;br /&gt;Rock it don't stop&lt;br /&gt;Round and round&lt;br /&gt;Up and down&lt;br /&gt;Around the clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Saturday to Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get, get, get, get, get with us&lt;br /&gt;You know what we say (say)&lt;br /&gt;Party everyday (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling (WooHooo)&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling (WooHooo)&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice, how many times does it say That tonight's gonna be a good night? 24 times. Count 'em! Twenty Four times of saying the same dumb sentence! For Pete's sake people! Not only that, but look at the lyrics 4 stanzas up. They are naming the stinkin DAYS OF THE WEEK! I'm not sure, but I think I learned those in Kindergarden... First grade. Maybe. I don't think I need to have a #1 hit single for a month tell me which days go when. Now, I understand, maybe this isn't dumb to some people. However, here's another example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so badly, it's my biggest wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, &lt;br /&gt;I spent my time just thinkin thinkin thinkin bout you&lt;br /&gt;Every single day yes, I'm really missin' missin' you&lt;br /&gt;And all those things we use to use to use to do&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, what's up, it use to used to be just me and you&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time just thinkin thinkin thinkin bout you&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, yes I'm really missin missin you&lt;br /&gt;And all those things we use to use to use to do&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl what's up, yo what's up, what's up, what's up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me halfway, right at the boarderline&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm gonna wait, for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lookin out, night n'day&lt;br /&gt;Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I travel round the world and even sail the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Across the universe I go to other galaxies&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where to go, just tell me where you wanna meet&lt;br /&gt;I navigate myself myself to take me where you be&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl I want, I, I, I want you right now&lt;br /&gt;I travel uptown (town) I travel downtown&lt;br /&gt;Wanna have you around (round) like every single day&lt;br /&gt;I love you alway... way&lt;br /&gt;(I'll meet you halfway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me half way) &lt;br /&gt;Right at the boarderline&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm gonna wait, for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lookin out, night n'day&lt;br /&gt;Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's walk the bridge, to the other side&lt;br /&gt;Just you and I (just you and I)&lt;br /&gt;I will fly, fly the skies, for you and I (for you and I)&lt;br /&gt;I will try, until I die, for you and I, for you and I, for for for you and I, &lt;br /&gt;For for for you and I, for for you and I, for you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me half way &lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me half way &lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me half way &lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me half way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me half way, right at the boarderline&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm gonna wait, for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lookin out, night n'day&lt;br /&gt;Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a prime example of rap. This whole song is almost all rap. In fact, all but the meet me halfway is rap. Notice, how many times they repeat meet me half way. Lots. Now, I understand, yes, this is a chorus. However, there are several songs that only repeat the chorus twice. This is a good example, and it's one of my favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so &lt;br /&gt;You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate&lt;br /&gt;This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption &lt;br /&gt;because I know to live you must give your life away&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here &lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here &lt;br /&gt;And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m giving up on doing this alone now&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how&lt;br /&gt;He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there&lt;br /&gt;And this life sentence that I’m serving&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I’m every bit deserving &lt;br /&gt;But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here &lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here &lt;br /&gt;And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hostage to my own humanity&lt;br /&gt;Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made&lt;br /&gt;And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta get outta here &lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta get outta here &lt;br /&gt;And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging &lt;br /&gt;You to be my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought You for so long&lt;br /&gt;I should have let You in&lt;br /&gt;Oh how we regret those things we do&lt;br /&gt;And all I was trying to do was save my own skin&lt;br /&gt;But so were You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So were You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a prime example of a good song. See the thing I like is that they only repeat the chorus part about three times, as opposed to 24 I gotta feelings. Now, there's also the fact that it doesn't talk about the days of the week either. Personally, I prefer this song. Not only does it NOT rap, but it's a good sound. It's rock, and some points might seem a bit weird, but it doesn't matter, at least it doesn't treat you like a first grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I did mention SEVERAL reasons. I apologize for so much room. Anyway, my other reason is, (and this is from my Biology Teacher, so don't go quoting me on CNN or anything) the radio station is run by teenage girls. Now, when I say "run" I don't mean they own the company, I mean, they tell them what to play.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The radio station allows callers to call in and request songs. Now, who's going to be calling about a song that "perfectly fits their boyfriend and them"? Teenage girls. That means, lots of love rap songs, cuz the girl thinks that "her boy" likes rap. Thus, it becomes a number one hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove this, I'm going to post iTunes top 10 songs from this week. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TiK ToK by Ke$ha&lt;br /&gt;2. Bad Romance by Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;3. Replay by lyaz&lt;br /&gt;4. Empire State of Mind by Jay-Z&lt;br /&gt;5. Fireflies by Owl City&lt;br /&gt;6. Down by Jay Sean&lt;br /&gt;7. Meet Me Halfway by the Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;8. Whatcha Say by Jason Derulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to post the last 2 because they have swear words in the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to label the 8 songs I have up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Too much oh woah woah oh's in there. It reminds me of Strong Bad when he answers an email, saying he doesn't like songs with "La-las, hey-hey's and doot-doos for lyrics."&lt;br /&gt;2. Too much rah rah's in there. Same reason as above.&lt;br /&gt;3. Replay repeats the chorus about three thousand times&lt;br /&gt;4. Rap. You know, I find this acronym funny. R-A-P. Retards Attempting Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;5. This song is good. The only problem is, the guy who made the song is going to jail because he stole the lyrics from a children's book. Not a good role model.&lt;br /&gt;6. This song? Too much Downs in there. Down down down down down down down. How low can you go? Apparently 7 downs low.&lt;br /&gt;7. This song is in the post, lyrics and all. Too much can you meet me halfways. And there's another retard!&lt;br /&gt;8. I find this song okay, but the problem is, the lyrics are from the song Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap. I don't like songs that take other songs lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. The top 8 songs in iTunes are not good for me, except for Fireflies. Here's a top ten I think they should have. Not that I'm an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Re-Education (Through Labor) by Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;2. Be My Escape by Reliet K&lt;br /&gt;3. Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance. (Only the last 3 minutes of it though.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Not My Time by 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;5. Youth of the Nation by P.O.D.&lt;br /&gt;6. Fireflies by Owl City&lt;br /&gt;7. New Divide by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;8. Warm Me Up by Elliot Yamin &lt;br /&gt;9. Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;10. Declaration by David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs, actually, are all rock, except for two, #'s 6 and 8. Those two are just cool though. Also, all of these songs have clean lyrics, except for Welcome to the Black Parade. That song, I just skip to the 2 minute mark, as I don't like the beginning anyway, even if it didn't have a swear word in it, I wouldn't listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are my top ten, and there are NO retards in it. No rap, no repeating chorus about ten billion times, none of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the repeating of the sounds, look at this Strong Bad email, it's pretty funny, and I find it actually accurate. Now, the part I'm talking about is #2, but the email is actually pretty funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail133.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-4863008019338049966?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/4863008019338049966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=4863008019338049966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4863008019338049966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4863008019338049966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/12/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-6168421701594015782</id><published>2009-09-06T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:33:31.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fair</title><content type='html'>I'm not certain, but last year, when I went to the fair, I think I already posted about it. However, I do know that this year was really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I usually go to the fair, I just work on filling the condiment trays and the ketchup and mustard bottles. This year, I was doing trays. I had to wash, dry, and STACK those fiberglass trays. I swear, it was like 3 hours for every fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at around eight, my friend and I decided to switch. We did drinks. That was a lot better, because we constantly did stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a problem though. One kid really got on my nerves. This kid, named Clyde (not really, but I don't want to point fingers here) didn't think he was needed. So he and my brother left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the thing about Clyde is that he's always for some reason, thinking of ways not to work. Seriously, he's trying to find ways to avoid it. It really makes me want to punch him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so he's going around the fair booth telling people what they're supposed to be doing, why they stink at their job, and how they need to quote, "Use their smarts/brains/common sense." Thing is, when he's telling people this, he's just sitting there watching them. Several times he's asked to work, and he just sluffs it off. I wanted to just scream at him, deck him, and then say he tripped and smacked into a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in spite of all this, I was signed up with a friend of mine, as I said. He and I did the same job, and it was okay except for the fact that time was just crawling along. I imagined that it was somewhere around ten a lot, when it was about six, seven, eightish. Yeah, it was that excruciating to just sit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did though, get free food. Several times they messed up on an order, and they gave it to us. Mostly my friend, but I got a burger, LOTS of fries, and a free drink whenever I wanted. I think I drank about three thousand sodas. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing was, I actually got to where I didn't want to eat anymore. That usually never happens. I usually eat about ten servings of dinner, and then go look for more food. This was different. I ate so much fries that night, I think I might have turned into half salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free food was not the only reason we were there though. This fair booth was a fund-raiser for our scout troop. I think that makes up half of the money they get, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we decided to leave, I was really tired, and glad. However, there was a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this doesn't seem that bad to you, I'm sure, but try to stay with me as I try to help you visualize this parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, this lot was just a giant grass field. That's it. That, and twine in lines to show where you are supposed to stop your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is, it's dark. The only thing I can see in the car when I get in is the lights from the fair and the steering wheel. (Pretty much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know, some of you have done this too, but this was hard, as it was my first time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I start the car, I turn on my lights. This helps, and a start to leave. When we do, this is what people sound like when they talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HeEEEy, what TIHAYme is it?" I hate bumpy roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in this retrospect, I get to a dirt road that leads to an exit. Another problem. Its windy, so I'm turning every which way, and I'm hoping that the people in the back didn't stuff themselves like I did so they wouldn't puke all over the seats and scare me to swerving into the little sign that has a blinking arrow to show where to go. Very different drive indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get out with minimal puking. Finally, after what seems like 4 hours of driving in the country, we pull onto Pole Line Road. I drive us home from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fairly decent way to spend one's afternoon, evening, and night. I suppose that a couple of other people would disagree, but I enjoyed the experience, despite the fact that there's so much grease in my hair that I can style it and it will stick. I really think we got a lot of money for the scouts. Please, don't hesitate to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-6168421701594015782?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/6168421701594015782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=6168421701594015782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/6168421701594015782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/6168421701594015782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/09/fair.html' title='The Fair'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-5843265092878761040</id><published>2009-08-07T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:31:47.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just thinking out loud here...</title><content type='html'>You know, after my grandfathers funeral, it really made me think. We are going to see him again correct? I know we will. We will see him for eternity. That's the part that made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain a bit. You see, I've come up with several things that boggle your mind that you can't even think about. One, what was before space? Two, what's beyond space? So on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this made me think. How long is eternity? It never ends. Think about it. It will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; end. Just think. We return to earth because it recieves it's paradisical glory. We do not leave forever. We just stay there until... something. We just... I don't wanna explain more. It hurts my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking on that retrospect, let's go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're working to become perfect like Heavenly Father right? Well, how was he created?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was he, like us, working on another earth? Was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; a child of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; Heavenly Father? I just don't know. And, if we are working to be like him, when we are like him, will we create children like him? I wonder what we do then? Are we going to be Gods? That's just too hard to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are all of my ponderings. Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-5843265092878761040?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/5843265092878761040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=5843265092878761040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/5843265092878761040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/5843265092878761040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-just-thinking-out-loud-here.html' title='I&apos;m just thinking out loud here...'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-4132663481286548563</id><published>2009-07-24T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:57:35.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Adventure</title><content type='html'>I recently had a family reunion that I went to. I figure though, that my dad covered it well. I'll post about it if you want, but this is about something none of my relatives went with me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say, High Adventure is nothing like I thought. I thought I would be working on merit badges and stuff. No. We did so much stuff, I think that I might forget some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we stayed in this fancy cabin. Nice and plush. Surround sound T.V. Ping Pong, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Ping Pong. I never really knew how good I was until I played with the leaders. I was the second best one there. I beat all but one leader. That one leader played it consistently for two years on his mission, so he's good. I about beat him too though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played card games too. Not much to say on that, just that I was really good at some games, and horrid at others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went White Water Rafting too. That was amazing. I never really knew that you could ride waves that big in a tube. I almost fell out, and I was paddling a lot. Eight miles. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to the cabin. Stayed there again, and then left for Jackson Hole, WY. (Did I mention that's where we were?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, we did the Alpine Slides. Those are cool. We also went on the mini golf course. I was fourth best there I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ate dinner. That was awesome, because we went to this sweet pizza place that had THE best pizza. THE BEST. Say what you want about Little Ceasar's and whatnot, this was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then camped for a day, then headed to go float on a river. I forget the name, but it was fun. I got injured really bad though. Brother Egbert said that we all fought cougars though, so I guess that's what I got injured by. (Actually, I got flipped once, and scraped real bad, then went on the wrong side of a waterfall, and got flipped again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went home, and I was happy, cuz I hadn't been home for two consecutive days in two weeks, so I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what else you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Before I forget, there was this ball thingy at the cabin, where you had this silver ball to roll on the track to get to number 100. I gotta say, it was hard, cuz you went UP walls in it. I beat it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, let me know what else you want me to post about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-4132663481286548563?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/4132663481286548563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=4132663481286548563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4132663481286548563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4132663481286548563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/07/high-adventure.html' title='High Adventure'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-4141319488216228761</id><published>2009-07-12T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:33:43.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocatello</title><content type='html'>I recently went to Pocatello with a friend of mine to see another friend that we haven't seen since spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to say about his house. H-U-G-E. It's on a hill that we climbed and it was an awesome view. I loved it. The other thing was, it was very quiet. I really liked it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first arrived, the first thing that went through my mind was, is this going to be like his first house? (He lived in Twin for one year.) No. It was a lot bigger, and nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when we got there, we only saw the outside of the house, and it was big on the outside. But, the inside was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;roomy&lt;/span&gt; not big. There was just a lot of space in their rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and the first thing we did? Rock Band on the Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, some of you might be thinking, why didn't you take time to catch up? Did you talk at ALL? We talked in the car ride there and in between songs. Kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they wanted to play Call of Duty 5: World at War. First thing I thought there was, well, I'd better find something better to do. You see, COD 5 was rated "M". My friend though, said that it was "T". I didn't believe him and I asked to see the case. A giant black M on the back confirmed it. I couldn't play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't mind not being able to play it, it was the fact that Jonathan (name change there) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; me to play it. Really bad. I told him that I was not going to play a rated "M" game just this once, or twice, or whatever. I was never going to play one unless my parents allowed me too. Jonathan really got sad, but started the game up anyway. My other friend, Landon, played it, and I left the room to go get a chess set to play. I got that out, and I set it up outside of the room, but they turned the volume up. I swear to you, I heard things that sounded like someone was ripping the throat out of someone. It was absolutely disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they didn't want to play it anymore because I couldn't, and I appreciated that. We then set up Xbox live stuff, and tried to move a TV into the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did that, and played Call of Duty 3. That one is rated "T". After that, we went to a pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, Landon said he wanted to go boating or something. Instantly, Jonathan's dad went and looked for a boat. They got one and we went boating for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then lit some fireworks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I want to say about this was, they were illegal, and I've never launched an illegal firework before. I was happy until we had to stop because bottle rockets kept landing near some gas tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner at midnight, slept, and then played Rock Band in the morning. We went boating again that day, and then my mom came back to get us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our trip to Pocatello. It was mostly just a for fun thing, but I wanted to talk about it. Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-4141319488216228761?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/4141319488216228761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=4141319488216228761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4141319488216228761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4141319488216228761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/07/pocatello.html' title='Pocatello'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-8912217288740656358</id><published>2009-07-06T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:47:19.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gospel Principals</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've found myself trying to relate everyday experiences to gospel principals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the General Authorities usually relate experiences from their teenage years and say it relates to the gospel. I've found myself thinking the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I was with my friends at Sawtooth School for night games, and we were on the swings. Landon flew off of one of the swings and landed on the wood divider that separated the bark from the grass. He fell onto the grass, and I thought, that's like the serving two masters. You can't stay in the middle, you fall to one side or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time: I was riding my bike, and a car pulled into an intersection. Since they had a stop sign to obey, I figured that they would stop. They did, but very close as I came through. I thought, that's like staying on the straight and narrow. If you keep going, temptation will not break your stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random things that I relate to the gospel and I'm wondering, does anyone else do this? Or am I the only one? If I'm not, am I coming up with dorky ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just threw this out there, because I wanted to see what others had to say, so, there it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-8912217288740656358?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/8912217288740656358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=8912217288740656358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/8912217288740656358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/8912217288740656358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/07/gospel-principals.html' title='Gospel Principals'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-3374617662756711610</id><published>2009-07-04T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:51:11.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>We got back from Yellowstone today, and I gotta say, it was pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car drive there was okay, but I think the coolest part was actually being in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first think that pops into my mind with the words Yellowstone National Park, is the bacteria pools. That was our first stop in the natural wonders. (Besides animals.) Technically our first stop was to look at a moose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bacteria pools are pretty sweet. They smell bad, like rotten egg salad, but they are awesome. The one I liked was a blue like I've never seen, and I've come to think that it was dyed that way. I know it isn't but it was still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on our endless loop was the Bison. That was cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a bison before. I know, this might sound normal, but for some reason, they were not the way I pictured them. Somehow, (maybe off of cartoons) I came up with the idea that they were huge, furry, scary creatures. Not so. They were about the same size as your average cow, maybe bigger. We did see one that was huge though. Anyway, that was another cool thing. Also, these bison apparently don't care about cars, because they were sitting right next to the road. Some even crossed it. You'd think they'd run, but no, they sit there and chew. Kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we stopped at some place called "Old Faithful". It's apparently this geyser thing that shoots into the air like, 120 feet or something? I don't know, but, I was excited nonetheless as we went. We waited, and when it went off, it was cool. Shot up pretty far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to a canyon place. We ate lunch there, and then visited the Lower Falls. That was something only top notch authors can describe well, so, I'll give it my best shot, but it won't even come close to the awesomeness of the Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes down about ten times back and forth down the face of a mountain to get to a platform that has the Falls right next to it. The Falls, green and white, are immensely loud. You can watch as the water kind of crystallizes, then turns into spray. It falls down about 100 yards, then crashes into the water below. It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the major points though. Those were the parts I liked. If there's anything else you want to know about, let me know, as I am now the Yellowstone Expert. I'm probably going to be talking more about it on my video blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-3374617662756711610?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/3374617662756711610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=3374617662756711610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/3374617662756711610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/3374617662756711610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/07/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-6676049000461569965</id><published>2009-06-28T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:19:14.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiments and Driving</title><content type='html'>My last blog post was extremely small. I was trying to see what my followers (all two of them) want to know when I post. So, I'm going to answer all the questions they had, and, I'm going to try and post with the questions already answered, as I know what they now want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first question about driving was, have I gotten in any accidents. My answer to that is no. However, I have gotten close. We were at an intersection where I had absolutely no visibility to my left side. On my right side, I had two other intersections with cars coming. Unfortunately, I had to turn left at this intersection. My instructor told me that even though I had no visibility, I could still do some things to help recognize cars coming. He turned off the radio, and turned the A/C off. Then he told me to roll the window down. I did so, and we heard cars everywhere, but I paid attention to the ones that were muffled. As the last car past, he told me to go quickly and make sure that I was ready to stop at any time. I made it, but not after a car flew in front of me as I was going to pull out. I think I could have spit on the car it was so close. But, we didn't crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second question was, how long have you driven? My answer is three hours, and I don't have a long story for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next question to answer is, when do you finish? I finish in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is four weeks, and I'm in the fourth week Monday. It's going to be a week of tests. I have to do test four, five and six all in one week. That means a test a day, which isn't going to be fun. I also have to get three more hours, so I don't know what to do there, but I do know that I'm going to get them done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question. Do you get nervous behind the wheel? I don't have a good answer for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal answer would be no, but I think my body says yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, when I get behind the wheel, my leg tightens up and I can't get it to relax. Also, I start sweating a bit, but, for some reason, I'm comfortable, so I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next question to answer: Have a made any major mistakes yet? Yes. One or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was one where we pulled off the side of the road and he told me to listen to him, and then go "back on the road". We started to leave, and I pulled left, he used the chicken brake, and I didn't know he wanted me to go straight. I was so embarrassed. Anyway, the driving instructor was nice about it though, so I was okay after that. My other one wasn't so major, but it was a bit scary. I was driving this clutch car, &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://thelostjacket.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/lamborghini-concept-s.jpg" border="0";&gt; and I killed the clutch on the intersection of Kimberley and Eastland. It was scary. However, I was okay after that too, so I didn't make any mistakes after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what do I like and don't like about driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I just like the fact that I'm DRIVING. Me. Coby Carter is driving. That's what I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't like is the fact that I could make one mistake and kill everyone in the car. That's really scary. I don't like it. It makes me feel like I'm going to go down as a murderer. However, that doesn't make me nervous, just scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my blog post for driving. Let me know about any other questions you have, and I'll be sure to answer them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-6676049000461569965?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/6676049000461569965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=6676049000461569965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/6676049000461569965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/6676049000461569965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/06/experiments-and-driving.html' title='Experiments and Driving'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-7524049342433346767</id><published>2009-06-25T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:32:08.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivers Ed</title><content type='html'>I've gotten into Drivers Ed at Professional Driving School, and I've gone on two drives so far. I've got a few more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna leave this post as is, and see what happens. Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-7524049342433346767?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/7524049342433346767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=7524049342433346767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/7524049342433346767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/7524049342433346767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/06/drivers-ed.html' title='Drivers Ed'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-1604041527891058104</id><published>2009-06-21T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:19:09.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a new tennis racquet, and on the third day of use, it broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tennis racquet was the best one ever. The name is the Babolat Aeropro Drive Cortex. (Pronounced Ba-boh-lah) I've got a picture of it below, and you'll see that it's pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://racquetcenter.net/main/images/Babolat%20AeroPro%20Drive%20Cortex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 700px;" src="http://racquetcenter.net/main/images/Babolat%20AeroPro%20Drive%20Cortex.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about this racquet that I like, is that it's almost immune to vibrating. When you hit it, it makes a pop, and hardly any vibrations are felt. It's thanks to the cortex system, and the three little bulges at the bottom of the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest problem for me (which can be good later) is the smaller head size. I had a tennis racquet before, but it was five dollars, and the head size was huge. 230 square inches. I've been degraded to 100 square inches. It's harder to hit with a smaller head, but it can get me to hit with a better sweet spot. Anyway, I've loved it. I played with it for about two days. Third day, mid match, and the grommet on it pops off. Here's what a grommet looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prorestrings.co.uk/custom/bumper_guard_grommet_set_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.prorestrings.co.uk/custom/bumper_guard_grommet_set_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the parts in between the little poking things came up, and if it wasn't for the strings on it, it would be off, and I would be spending a bit more money to fix it. So, we took it into the guy who strings the racquets in Elevation Sports. I've got some good news. The racquet is fine, and I can continue playing with it. The grommet is just really cheap, so when I need it strung again, I'll replace it and get a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all those who are reading my blog right now, I'm sorry I haven't posted a lot. I've just not been able to come up with some good ideas. So, I'm going to try my hardest to get some more ideas. Anyway, thanks again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-1604041527891058104?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/1604041527891058104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=1604041527891058104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/1604041527891058104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/1604041527891058104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/06/tennis.html' title='Tennis'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-6225460908211107068</id><published>2009-06-07T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:54:46.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been watching what's happening with procrastination, and it's really bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the school year, I noticed that whatever homework I was assigned, I would think, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oh yeah, I'm going to go home and get this done as soon as I get home!&lt;/span&gt; Not really the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who think like this, I applaud your intention. Also, for those of you who actually do this, I congratulate you further. However, many of us think the above way, and end up not doing that at all. Procrastination takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is not one of my most favorite things. I absolutely hate it. It's one of those things that just feels good while you do it, but later you absolutely want to kill yourself. During the school year, I found this to be a major problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself on the weekends, coming home with loads of homework to do. I wouldn't do it until late Saturday. Sunday I couldn't do homework, and the stuff would be due Monday. I would come home, and immediatly think, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've got homework to do.&lt;/span&gt; I wouldn't do it though, the first thought after that would be, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've got all weekend to work on it, I'll just do it after my jobs/videogaming/tampoline stuff etc.&lt;/span&gt; I would later find myself working my brains out at 11:53 at night. Because of this, I've devised several methods that helped me at the end of the school year. I'll tell you, and some of them really work, others might only work for me. If you struggle with procrastination (not saying you do, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; you do,)try this stuff out. It might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method 1.) Tell yourself, I will not do it later, I will do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        This method really helped the most. When I found myself procrastinating, I would usually go with it. However, when I caught myself, I would think this, and force myself to start. This was monumental in battling this uncontrollable urge to leave it all there. I would often not finish that day, but I would have a lot done, and maybe I would try to finish it that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method 2.) (This might only work for me) Think about what you will do after you are done, and finish whatever it is with that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         This method was one of my favorite, as I was able to do what I had to do, with a positive mental attitude. In the weekend example, I would want to start by jumping on the trampoline. However, I needed some Geometry done. What I would do is start with the idea of jumping on the trampoline, and then, work with that it mind. I know that helped me a lot, because I would always want to do the activity, so, I would tell myself that after this is done, you can go jump on the trampoline for a bit. I would then want to finish the homework/job/whatever faster and better, so I didn't have the problem of procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for my methods. If you have any more, please let me know. I need more, as these two didn't always work for me. Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-6225460908211107068?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/6225460908211107068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=6225460908211107068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/6225460908211107068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/6225460908211107068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/06/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-5748009967750413939</id><published>2009-06-01T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:44:49.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't Posted in a while, and now, LAST DAY OF SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>Vera C. O'Leary Junior High School. One of the hardest schools to survive. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may know that the last day of school was today, June 1, for me. It was slow, but I made it. I made it through the three years of that school, and it was tough. However, I am super excited for summer. I'm going to get a lot of things happening, and, to top it all off, I'm going to get a new tennis racquet. I cannot wait. This summer is going to be the craziest thing ever. I'M SO EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I do have summer homework. But, I can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really been working on my tennis game, by the way. I can't believe it. I've become so good. Not to brag, but I'm playing this friend of mine on varsity, and I'm almost beating him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I want to do is play my two cousins in singles, one at a time. Then, we can see who's better. I might or might not be, but I really want to see how much better I am. Anyway, I'll make sure to post more, sorry, but these last few days have been crazy for me. Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Here are two paragraphs from the beginning of the book. Tell me what you think. I'll post what I'm writing now down below too. Please, don't read all of it if you don't want to. It's just a paragraph with my old and new writing. Please don't read the whole thing unless you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well, it isn't the best, but hey, I have been with 2nd best and I can live with that." Jamoks replies, shrugging. Aansum slowly looks back to the beach as Jamoks studies him. Aansum had bright flaming red hair in the nine spike form. He wore a blue shirt that went 2 inches past his elbows. The pants he was wearing were black like Zilren’s, but they touched the ground from how far they were on his legs. His shoes were skater shoes, but his feet were slightly larger than anyone else's, thus, Aansum relied more on kicking than punching and those kinds of things. Also, Aansum was the kind of guy who was strong and smart, but he was one of them who didn’t care. He had an “I don’t care, I’m too strong for you” attitude. This is what made him vulnerable to Brakshaar. Several times, Brakshaar convinced Aansum to fight alongside him. Aansum resented Brakshaar for this, as he only used Aansum to get to a weak point in the Rebellion. Aansum, thinking he would get more power, angrily double-crossed him, and Brakshaar only succeeded in making Aansum want to beat him more. Jamoks finishes his studies and looks off into the distance. Aansum had created an illusion of the beach, but it looked real anyway. The waves crash on top of the sand and leave white foam on top of the granular. The illusion is so real in fact, that it smells the salty smell of the ocean. Aansum suddenly snaps back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zack, there is no escape from Brakshaar's power!" a voice yells in his face. Zack is still dazed from being flipped over to the other side of the wall. Every moving thing is a blur to him. The voice is laughing evilly and Zack starts to register what is happening. Everything starts to come into focus, and this is what Zack sees when he can focus better. He apparently is in a bluish green cell. It has purple cords of lightning for bars so Zack can't bend them out and back. Zack looks beyond the cords and sees many, many, MANY guards guarding the entrance just in case Zack does escape. All of the guards are wearing a white reflective armor. Zack can't figure out why, but he guesses that it is for reflecting Krankarsha attacks and the killing and destroying attacks. All of the guards have guns that look like shotguns, but Zack guesses they are easier to load, one shot miss, and they are done for, because if they have to reload, and they miss, Zack can get to them. Obviously they have to hold bullets, because Zack can control lasers as well. All of the guards also have had training apparently, for some of the guards are doing Krankarsha signs and creating some more lightning bars. Zack can make Krankarsha signs, and he can use Krankarsha, but the problem is, once he breaks out, what is he going to do? He doesn't know how to make lightning bars, so he just sits there, focusing finally on everything. Zack looks around for the voice that was screaming next to his face, and he finds the source. Stormer. Stormer was a Mezezayic on very special standards. He only controlled 5 elements. Fire, Earth, Lightning, Water, and Wind. Thus, he created many, many storms. Hence the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the good writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a quiet person, teaching people only when necessary. Everyone thought he was a genius in this regard, and it made them all the more jealous of him. He also had few friends because of this. The few friends he had were his closest allies, and they were the only people he could trust to get him out of pinches. However, it made him isolated, as his friends were all in Battle College, but they could always be summoned when he needed them most. He also was the strongest of his friends, although, he had lost when all of them worked together against him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-5748009967750413939?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/5748009967750413939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=5748009967750413939' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/5748009967750413939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/5748009967750413939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/06/havent-posted-in-while-and-now-last-day.html' title='Haven&apos;t Posted in a while, and now, LAST DAY OF SCHOOL'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-4644167202076115893</id><published>2009-05-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:12:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>Recently, I just finished Chris Paolini's bestselling book, Brisingr. It was intense, however, I compared his writing to mine. I found that he and I write quite alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn't the real reason for this post however. When I finished Brisingr, I realized that I loved it, and that I wanted to read another good book. I didn't have the next book, (it's not out yet), and so I went looking for another good one. I found a book called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Successful Novelist&lt;/span&gt; by David Morrell. He's the author of the Rambo books. In it, he talks about lots of things. Why you write, what you need to do in dialog, how to make a plot, etc. Anyway, I was reading it, and what do you know? I realized that I hadn't written in a while. I've been coming up with great ideas, just not writing. Turns out, I really need to change my book. I totally messed up. I know, I'm about fifty pages in, and why quit now? Because I can do a whole lot better. For all I know, I was writing in the fourth grade, starting this, because I've got lots of improvement I need to make. So, what I'll try to do from now on, is post two paragraphs that I've written, just so they get out there, and then, I'll work on them, however people want me to. (Within a reasonable boundary of course). So please, be patient, and let me know how you like my book posts. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-4644167202076115893?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/4644167202076115893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=4644167202076115893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4644167202076115893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4644167202076115893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-9083489775055177726</id><published>2009-05-03T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:46:55.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just Wondering...</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been thinking about some of my dad's posts and what he talks about, and I've come to wondering some things that really don't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one, what does the priesthood do? I know, it gives you authority, but how does it do that? Does God go and in person, (even though we can't see him) do whatever you ask, even if it takes a while? And if he doesn't, what does it look like when you bless a baby in heaven, or baptize someone? I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, what other ordinances can we do, that have not been revealed to us? In one of the articles of faith, it says, we believe in all that God has revealed, all that he does now reveal, and we believe in all that he will reveal. Something like that. So, what ordinances can we do that we haven't gotten yet? Can we control weather? I mean, not to go so extreme, but do we know that that's an extreme? Maybe we can control time. I'm pretty sure we can't do those two things, but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, how does Heavenly Father answer each prayer? I've always imagined him with his angels, using typewriters to type out your prayer, and then he blesses you according to what you desire. That was why I thought it took so long, is because each prayer is in a long line, and when he does bless you, its the prayer you said years ago. I know this isn't true, but how does he do it? It's all confusing and I really don't like thinking about it that much, cuz it hurts my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the three things I'm wondering, if you've got answers, great. If not, just don't worry, I'm just sending this stuff out to let the world know that I'm not a total nerd who just sits at his computer all day. (Though my mom says I am.) Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-9083489775055177726?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/9083489775055177726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=9083489775055177726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/9083489775055177726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/9083489775055177726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-just-wondering.html' title='I&apos;m just Wondering...'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-3721224271646390318</id><published>2009-04-21T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:11:16.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of anything.</title><content type='html'>Well, so far, this week has been a bust. I've lost two more matches, I got the hardest Geometry homework EVER, and I can't think of anything cool to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can tell, I'm going to fail this week. Especially Friday and Saturday. It's not that I've got superstition, I just know that I'm going to fail it. (Yes. FAIL) I've also got two B's. Oh joy. Oh, not to mention, I'M GOING TO A CAMPOUT AND A TENNIS MATCH AT THE SAME TIME. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry for the freak-out there. I'm just totally not happy for this next week. I just... I can just SENSE that this is going to be one of the worst weeks ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask, how do I know this? Simple. On Sunday, I was just exhausted. Monday I woke up. Still completely exhausted. All day. Today, I wasn't exhausted, but I really hurt my shoulder in my tennis matches. WHICH I LOST. Just torture this week. So far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly positive note, there's 28 days of school left for me. 28 days. Finals galore. Oh joy. I can't think of anything else to say, so, thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-3721224271646390318?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/3721224271646390318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=3721224271646390318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/3721224271646390318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/3721224271646390318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-think-of-anything.html' title='I can&apos;t think of anything.'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-3776027979257976471</id><published>2009-04-17T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:34:00.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tennis Matches</title><content type='html'>I seriously just got back from a double-header against two schools. Just an update of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a good bus. A really airplane-looking one. I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight to the match area, no stops at all. We dropped Varsity off, and then JV went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off to a horrible start. Lost my first match. Shook it off and played number two. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three maybe? No. Lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth times the charm? Let me know when that saying comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to century and I lost my match there. Hahaha. I stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an update on what I did. Sort of a wimpy post eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-3776027979257976471?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/3776027979257976471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=3776027979257976471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/3776027979257976471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/3776027979257976471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-tennis-matches.html' title='My Tennis Matches'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-127536196248112153</id><published>2009-04-11T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:36:22.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helicopter ride</title><content type='html'>During Seminary, my teacher, Brother Arrington was telling us what we could do for a reward for reading either 4 months in a row, or passing 20 Scripture Masteries off. Well, we chose to go on a helicopter ride. I went on Friday. Holy stinking dang cow. That was one of the most incredible experiences I will ever have. We went over the sugar factory, and then down into the canyon. That's the part I really want to tell about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we just stopped over the canyon, doing a small, tight circle over the place we were to enter. As the Helicopter got lower, I realized that we were going to crash. I was just about to say something, when I realized one other thing. We were in between the canyon walls. I gaped at something else too. We had not had one single problem relayed over the intercom. This was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;intentional&lt;/span&gt;. We zoomed down the canyon and watched the canyon walls shoot past us. I happened to glance down at the water for a second, and I saw something else. As we flew past the canyon walls, I figured that we had to be pretty close to the water. I mean, even if we weren't, you could hear the blades through the sound-proof Headphones. I glanced at the water and saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was amazed. This was one amazing heckacopter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard something over the intercom thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're coming up to Shoshone Falls. You can now tell everyone that you've literally been over Shoshone Falls." Laughter all over. Until we actually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever seen Shoshone Falls, it's amazing. The mist caressing gently across the dew covered rocks. The gentle roar of the waterfall seemingly lulling. The slight spray spackling your face, lightly sticking your hair onto your forehead. It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was absolutely nothing compared to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went over, the first thing I noticed was that the Falls were three times bigger than before. DUH! Total blonde moment for me. Second thing was, going over was not what you'd think. You'd expect to see everything the Falls had. No. You saw the beginnings of the Falls, and then spray, with rainbows winking hello. This was something I was going to see only once. After Shoshone Falls, we left. Everyone was speechless. Including the loquacious one. There was not a word until we passed Sawtooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's my house." I pointed. We were silent for the rest of the time. Talk about awestruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's part of the helicopter ride. If you want more, post for more. You'll get it. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-127536196248112153?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/127536196248112153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=127536196248112153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/127536196248112153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/127536196248112153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/04/helicopter-ride.html' title='Helicopter ride'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-1745610030975314498</id><published>2009-04-09T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:32:50.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Travel Match</title><content type='html'>Finally, after weeks and weeks of loyal waiting and patience, we finally were able to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. According to my sources, (me), the Twin Falls High School Bruins Tennis team did not travel at all to any sort of match for an away tennis game. Actually, they didn't. And on Tuesday, April 7, 2009, we traveled to Wood River to play them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we started up, Varsity warmed up. Junior Varsity had to sit and wait as Varsity started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get something straight here. Varsity is the best of the best. The cream of the crop. The strongest of the strong. The... you get the point. These guys really know how to play tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varsity got creamed. If you could measure how bad or good someone plays, the Varsity team would be at the bottom. The smallest measurement. They were picked up, tossed into the air, grabbed in mid-air again, and then used as a mop to wipe away any residue left from Wood River Varsity sweating. We won two Varsity matches, and they won the rest. The end result for Varsity was 2-5. We were demolished. Now get this. The Varsity coach watched them get smashed and decided two things. One, Varsity was creamed, and two, that it wasn't Varsity's fault that they lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Varsity coach started rambling on about how we as a team were losing because the rest of the JV people didn't cheer them on. Yet, we lost anyway. Now, I'm going to say something that really I don't want to say, but credit is due where credit is due. Wood River Varsity was amazing. They were extremely good. Surprisingly enough, we didn't win at all. That's the coaches view. My view is, we lost because they were simply just a bit better. A bit faster, a bit harder hitters, a bit faster on reaction time. They just were plain better, but since the Varsity coach thought that Varsity from Twin Falls was unbeatable, they blamed it on JV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the Varsity went down swinging, JV was up. JV is almost the total opposite of Varsity. These are the rejects, but the not too bads. These are the people that tried, but just couldn't seem to get a few things down. These people were me. JV started up. As the end result of the first match from JV came in, they won. No cheering whatsoever. Coach was surprised, but still thought it was pure luck. Second match. We won by the fact that the other player rolled her ankle. Then, it was up to the rest of us. I don't know who was up after I started, but the rest of JV played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my match was. It started off with two guys who really looked like they really didn't care about tennis, and that they'd just be wanting to squash us. We warmed up. They were pounding the ball back at us. And when I say pounding, I mean P-O-U-N-D-I-N-G. POUNDING the ball back to us. Chase, my partner, and I were kind of nervous. We had never played these people before, and they were hitting it hard. We then started practicing serves. L to the O to the L! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LOL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; These guys had no idea on how to serve well! The ball couldn't go in for the life of them. So, I took comfort in this as we started into the match, I was to serve first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath, and stuffed two balls into my pocket. I bounced the third and dribbled it back and forth between my hand and racket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Z-zero to zero. Love all." I called out. I tossed the ball into the air and attacked it. The ball smacked into the net. I shook my head and called out as I got ready to serve again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Second." I brought my racket across the ball and the ball went over spinning like crazy. It landed in and the person returning popped it back. The ball was an easy lob and my partner just smacked it into open court. First point down, and three more to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won the game, and I was surprised at how easy it was. We went up to 40-15. Happy about this, we went into the beginning of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going into any more detail, but we won. 8-4. It was actually really easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave, I have to tell you the end result. Because JV was there, Twin Falls tied Wood River, 6-6. JV only lost one match. Plus, JV didn't even have anyone cheering them on. The coach was happy and bought us all sodas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, I hope this was a good post for you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-1745610030975314498?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/1745610030975314498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=1745610030975314498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/1745610030975314498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/1745610030975314498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-travel-match.html' title='First Travel Match'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-5999542048180094129</id><published>2009-03-27T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:39:24.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend... Right Through It All. (If I Die Before I Wake, Feed Jake.)</title><content type='html'>You may or may not be wondering what the title above means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, my friend, I'll call him Jason, came from Pocatello. I hadn't seen him in a while, and I really missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Jason moved here last year and was here almost the entire school year. Then, they moved back to Pocatello. I didn't see him until later on, at the beginning of ninth grade. Even then, he was only here for about half an hour. Now, he came back for a lot longer. He's hilarious. Actually, he's funnier than my cousins put together, combined with my brother, and my mom's sarcasm. (Take that Tom. He's WAY funnier than you.) Anyway, he came and he's changed. I mean, not just changed physically. He's C-H-A-N-G-E-D CHANGED. He's gotten older-looking. He's got better looking glasses. He's got braces. He's not much taller, but shorter. Or, actually, I've gotten taller. He's changed. But, that's not to say that he doesn't thing I've changed. Actually, he only says that my voice was deeper. That's a good thing... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, recently, I've taken up practicing tennis in my garage. Against my ping-pong table. Smacking it harder than I could in a regular game. I've noticed something. In the one hour that I've been smacking away against that table, I've gotten better. I've gotten faster reaction time. I've gotten stronger. It helps. Anyone that's reading, friends, family, cousins, random people in India or Bangladesh. IF YOU HAVE A BOARD OR A TABLE OR SOMETHING THAT IS HARD, OPEN YOUR GARAGE AND PRACTICE WITH THAT RACKET UNTIL THE STRINGS BREAK AND YOU HAVE TO GET NEW ONES BY RESTRINGING THEM AND GETTING THAT PRETTY LITTLE "P" PAINTED BACK ON. Trust me, it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for this post. Post comments, and I promise to moderate them as soon as possible. Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-5999542048180094129?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/5999542048180094129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=5999542048180094129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/5999542048180094129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/5999542048180094129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-best-friend-right-through-it-all-if.html' title='My Best Friend... Right Through It All. (If I Die Before I Wake, Feed Jake.)'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-4987548599487261512</id><published>2009-03-12T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:20:18.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis</title><content type='html'>The bright yellow ball squishes against the ground, making a small pop as it hits. The ball unsquishes in the blink of an eye and rises up. I jump a bit with my feet and swing with what I've got. My racket vibrates with a soft hum as the ball squishes again. The ball whizzes through the air and smacks again. It lands before it goes out. I've hit another solid hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You may or may not have already figured out that I'm playing tennis in this paragraph. In fact, not only am I playing tennis, but I'm also tying out for the TWIN FALLS HIGH SCHOOL TENNIS TEAM. You'll never guess what happened. I made the JV Tennis Team and I am now playing for TWIN FALLS HIGH SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Actually, JV isn't as bad as you think. There's a team that's better than JV. That's Varsity, but JV is still hard to get to. Varsity is for the people that can kill me with a tennis ball. It's for the people who can play people with Roger Federer, and win a point. When he gives it his all. I cannot win one. He'd ace me with serves. Anyhow, I made JV. I played my first match today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I played doubles with the person that I'm most fit to play doubles with. You cannot imagine my joy when I was paired with the perfect person to play at the net. I won't name him, for the sake of confidentially. He owns the crap out of anyone at the net. I don't know if it's his racket (It's a Wilson, I think I'm going to compare his with mine. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got a Wilson, but he just kills at the net) or if it's his height, I have no idea, but I can't believe how perfect it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me point something out. I love playing at the baseline during Tennis. I want to smack it over. That's just me. He loves playing at the net. When I'm at the net, I'm okay, but better at the back. So, we were paired up perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played against Wood River, and Twin Falls won the match-up. We also won our match. Match score was 8-2, us. The "tournament" score was 5-3. Our first win. We still have many more to go, and I will continually post the outcomes. Till my next post, I will see you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-4987548599487261512?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/4987548599487261512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=4987548599487261512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4987548599487261512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/4987548599487261512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/03/tennis.html' title='Tennis'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-485856729706039102</id><published>2009-02-10T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:39:38.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't posted in a while...</title><content type='html'>Sheesh. It seems like decades since my last post. I think it's mostly because I'm doing other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I had a NERF War with my friends. It's a first person shooter game in which you are a character with a gun. A Nerf gun that shoots 1 of three things. Rockets, Darts, or Balls. (Don't you dare say anything about that.) There are a couple of exceptions, but I won't go over that. Anyways, I invited a friend of mine over who LOVES, I mean &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this game. We started with a simple game. In the Asteroid Bonus Arena. This is a cool arena, as it has basically 0 gravity. You jump about five times higher than normal. My friend knew this arena better than I did... almost. I decided I was going to face off against him. And so it began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off regular, we were duking it out, he won some, I won some. Finally, he hides. I start looking for him. My friends decide to gang up on me. It was then that I started getting serious. First, I started checking all the heavy weapon areas. My friend was there, I thought. As I start looking at the Scattershot area, I notice a single dart speeding after me. I strafe and dodge it. Suddenly, I get pounded with a barrage of glowing yellow darts. I suddenly see my screen start blinking a sky blue color. I watch my health deplete. I had 100. I end up with about 50. I hurriedly back up and fall slowly to the next level of the asteroid I'm on. I grab a health pack and stay alive, and then, I get hit again.  This time, in the back. I immediately spin around and I spot my attacker. My friend is shooting me with a Sidewinder. I start shooting with my Scattershot. He gets hit once. I keep getting punched in the chest by a Sidewinder. My health goes down slowly, and I shoot again. I miss. 40, 30, 20. I shoot again. He disappears. I grab another health pack. I heal to 70. I'm not safe anymore. I frantically reload my gun and look around. No one is there. Strafing again, I look up. Again, there's two people after me. I have no choice. I start firing just as they both shoot at me. I get hit five times. I go down to 15. I leap up to the next level of another asteroid. They keep shooting at me. I get hit again. 6. I grab two health packs. 100 again. The two gang up on me again and I grab another gun, as mine runs out of ammo. The gun comes up to bear on the chest of my friend. I fire. He dies. I whirl around again. My other friend keeps shooting. I can't ditch him either. I shoot once, twice. He dies too. The other other friend I was looking for is still hidden. I start looking again, getting into small fights along the way. My friend I'm looking for keeps laughing. I keep looking. Eventually he gets bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll shoot one shot." He says. I lift my gun up to the sky. I watch as one, solitary bright yellow dot pierces the blackness. I watch it fly and then I track it. I find him. I laugh and grab Superjump. I leap to the top and my friend keeps looking down. I pull out my best gun and start shooting. Immediately he starts reacting. He fires. I back away. He pulls out the Whomper. The most powerful gun in the game. Not knowing it will kill him too, he brings it around to point at me. I leap. Too late. The electro-ball flies out of the gun and pounds into the ground. The Splash Damage hits me and we both die. He laughs. I laugh. The deadly game of hide-and-seek is over. I've lost and won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just part of the battle. The entire thing lasted about one hour. I could keep going on, but you probably want me to just end it about now. Post a comment and tell your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been pounded with HW at school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-485856729706039102?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/485856729706039102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=485856729706039102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/485856729706039102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/485856729706039102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-havent-posted-in-while.html' title='I haven&apos;t posted in a while...'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-8857070324111553137</id><published>2009-01-15T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:39:59.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester Finals</title><content type='html'>Well, its that time of year again. The semester finals are here. People are screaming at home because they know they'll fail. But I won't! Cuz i don't have to take them! I don't have school Thursday, or Friday! I LOVE IT! Anyways, I just want to relate a couple of stories to you relating to the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is one that happened last quarter, and this quarter. Geometry. I was having a problem. I just couldn't get good scores on the assignments. I ended up with a B. That was horrid. I couldn't let it happen again, and I decided to get an A on semester. I had to, else risk losing a scholarship to BYU Provo. Anyway, I just had to get the semester to an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the second quarter started and I was acing the classes. I had only 2 C's on 2 assignments, the rest were A's and B's. So, my mom, wondering where I was on semester, looked up my grades. A, A, A, A, A, B, A... and so on and so forth... As she got to the bottom of the list she noticed something. 0? F? She asks me what this is. I tell her and... I don't wanna say. Anyways, to make a long story short, I had to kill myself. I went into the class after school (That's not what killed me, its ahead). Now, here's where a cool thing comes in. As I walked into the room, I noticed 2 students from that teacher's primetime working on a Spanish final. I sat down and talked to the teacher about the assignment. I had to start all over with it. So, I took the responsibility and sat down. As I sat down for a second time, 3 more students walked in. And then 2 more. The 2 weren't there for long, so they left. It turns out, I just sat and stared at the paper. Algebra Review. Sounds easy right? Well, this algebra was hard it explained some things i didn't learn in algebra. At least, i didn't think i learned. So, I stared at this paper for what seemed like hours and started working. The teacher I was in with left for a meeting, and I was determined to stay here for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working and I saw the 2 Spanish kids leave after I was on problem 12. Then, the 3 students who walked in turned into 2, as one left. Then another. That was problem 20. I think. Finally, those 2 students became one, and then zero. I was then the only one in there. I stayed and worked. I worked and worked and made it to 25 in about an hour. I knew i needed to get my rear in gear if i wanted this thing done. I got up, stretched, and looked at the clock. Half past 4, I only had half an hour before I was to get home in time to make dinner. (I have a dinner night on Mondays). So, I gazed out the window for about 5 minutes at idk what, but I ended up going back to work on it. As soon as I sat down, i started working again. Now, before, it took about 10 minutes for me to get one problem done, or something like that. Now, it started changing. Idk what happened, but something inside of me just clicked, and I knew what I was doing! I started getting problems done in about 30 seconds! I knew how to do the stuff! I looked at the time. I had to get to problem 48. I was on 38, and it was quarter to. I was ecstatic. Just as I started looking down at the problems again, the door clicked open. The teacher walked in from the meeting. I looked at him and he said, "Coby, the lone survivor eh?" He walked to his desk and I started asking him about a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on a second." He reached down into a drawer and pulled out a reeses. Then, he threw it to me. "That's for all of your troubles." I nodded and put it into my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it! I got a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup from working for about 2 hours in his classroom. I was eccentric. (Quack) So, there you have it. Please don't forget to post a comment if you liked it, and remember, pick friends who make you shoot for the moon, because they help you know that you can try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-8857070324111553137?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/8857070324111553137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=8857070324111553137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/8857070324111553137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/8857070324111553137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/01/semester-finals.html' title='Semester Finals'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-6850843537921756674</id><published>2009-01-04T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:00:55.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of anything to say</title><content type='html'>Wow. This is amazing, I have nothing to say. Usually, i do, but I just can't think of something. I'm reading a book called "7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens". It's pretty amazing. The guy actually can relate to me and what I'm going through as a teen. Not only that, but he has awesome suggestions on how to fix problems and go about life with the greatest attitude ever. I love it. I am so surprised at how well this guy can just solve any problem. Especially with parents. I really am having a tough time relating to them. But, with the stories and ideas he tells and shares, I kind of almost sort of understand them... halfway. They are just trying to get me to have the greatest life I can have. I understand that, but there are times that I really just wish for them to leave me alone. But, I see the light so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I just can't really think. I need to write though, so I'm trying as hard as I can to think about what happened this last week. Well, I got one, but I'm not telling everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was the New Year's Eve dance. I liked it for the last part, not the first. The reason I hated the first part was the fact that no one I knew was there. It was just me and my friend, roughing it. The funniest part about it is the fact that all of the friends that were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be there were all in different states at the time. Harold was in Montana. Landon was in Utah, and I have no idea where the rest were. Anyway, so my friend and I were just about to leave, when my parents showed up. My friend and I got some courage and started dancing like fools. It was better then. The last part of a dance... I won't tell all but I'll just say Tyson's words I got a "chicka". Lol. That's it for blog post number... 15? no idea. ANyways, that's nuthin for ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-6850843537921756674?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/6850843537921756674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=6850843537921756674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/6850843537921756674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/6850843537921756674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-think-of-anything-to-say.html' title='I can&apos;t think of anything to say'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-2811774920402444011</id><published>2008-12-28T15:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:38:46.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>Darn! I was under the radar. I was almost in the free zone, and then, a comment. My dad tagged me. He said to list 8 favorite TV Shows, 8 things I did yesterday, 8 favorite restaurants, and 8 things on my wish list. So, here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.V. Shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cha$e (That show is stinking amazing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chowder (On occasion, it's the worst show ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Time Warp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Survivorman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Psych&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Spongebob Squarepants (The new episodes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Destroyed in Seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Mythbusters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got my Rubix Magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Played with our Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played with a dog we dogsat, Echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fake texted on our phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Made my lesson for Priesthood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Read the Book of Mormon (I just finished Alma the day before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Watched my brother's friend PvP on Runescape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Proved that E does in fact equal mc squared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restauraunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Mandarin House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Panda Express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. McDonalds (I order 2 Bacon Cheeseburgers and 2 pies and Medium fries. My cousin was right. Tons of stuff on the dollar menu is way better than a Big Mac.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Golden Corral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Taco Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Subway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wendy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. KFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wishlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Nintendo DS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A trip to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get Smart (A movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Super Smash Brothers Brawl for the Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Another dog like Jack (Like his personality. He's so calm and nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Texting on our phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dinner at one of my favorite restaurants for a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-2811774920402444011?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/2811774920402444011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=2811774920402444011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/2811774920402444011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/2811774920402444011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-353860088461192631</id><published>2008-12-28T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:12:43.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's amazing present</title><content type='html'>Well, you know in my last post that I wanted you to get good gifts that benefit you for life. I don't think I mentioned the Wii anywhere in that post. That's because the Wii does benefit. As you may have guessed, we got a Wii for Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out humble, as we usually have an awesome Christmas of cool toys and stuff. This year though, it was different. Immediately, Savanna dumps out her stocking and... click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9d2usPuJmhY&amp;eurl"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out what happens next. (It takes you to my dad's vid of Christmas morning for us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to tell you about the Wii. In case you were thinking of getting one. First things first, it's not like you think it is. It isn't another game system where you just sit on the couch and push buttons all day. The Wii is revolutionary. It's the first game system in the world that actually gets you into the game. Even though there are certain games you can just sit and press buttons, more are out there for the Wii that get you up and moving. Like Wii Sports. That's another cool thing about the Wii is it comes with it's own game from the store! You don't have to buy one just for your kids to play it! Sure, they might get bored, but there's still a lot for them to do before you do decide to get another game. There's five games with about three settings each. Plus, on each game you want to get to "Pro" status so that's about 20 times playing on one game right there. Then there's losses included, there's practice too. Each of the five games has three practices. That's 15 more plays right there if they just play each one once. Plus, there's a gold medal they want to get. So just in Wii sports without favorite games and all that, there's about 200 times of playing. Plus, they can make their own guy. So, pretty much Wii sports is one of the only games you'll need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still are skeptical then think about this: my dad and mom play the Wii. They really don't like video games. They are always hammering us: "Thanks for helping around the house and not playing/watching the dumb gamecube/computer/the T.V." Really, if they play the Wii, it must be pretty darn special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about the Wii, lets talk about another awesome gift. The gift of a cellular device in which we can talk to others using a wireless connection. In other words, a cell phone. We got the    or. It's a sweet phone. Not only does it look sleek and cool, but it slides open to reveal a full QWERTY keyboard. That's the best part. Now, (if we ever get texting) we can text really fast, and enter contacts fast, without finding them on the numbers. We can still text on the numbers, but I like the keyboard better, I can type pretty fast on a regular sized one, so a smaller one just means less fingers and more moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got something I always wanted. A Rubix magic. It's a small little boardish thing that can flip in many different ways. Here's a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4d/Rubiksmagic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 327px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4d/Rubiksmagic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to connect and unconnect the rings consecutively. I've already solved it, although I love it still and continue to solve it. So, after that, I really don't have much else to say. Please, comment on what you got for Christmas. You don't have to, but I would like to see what happened. Remember to subscribe at the bottom too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-353860088461192631?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/353860088461192631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=353860088461192631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/353860088461192631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/353860088461192631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2008/12/santas-amazing-present.html' title='Santa&apos;s amazing present'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-8775282378792940877</id><published>2008-12-21T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:30:20.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well, it's that time again. It's the time where everyone microwaves T.V. dinners and any leftovers they find in their fridge, shove them onto their plates, and burst into their T.V. rooms, hoping that they made it in time to see their favorite Christmas special. At the same time, millions of writers and producers frantically work to come up with a decent story in a series to tell either about Christmas and it's true meaning, or make fun of it in as stupid of or as funny of ways as they can before T.V. becomes meaningless amongst the new game systems and toys; of which will be played with for three months, and then forgotten with new wants and wishes. Yes, it's that time of year that many go into debt, companies get rich, and stores have sales. It's that time of year when you drive down the street in the middle of the night wearing sunglasses due to the battle from stores over their lights. "Half off all Christmas candy!" "One third off of all Video Game purchases!" On and on. Yet, there is still one thing that really bugs out at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why is it that even though shows, people, books, magazines, everything talks about remembering the true meaning of Christmas, but all you get in real life is "Spend Spend Spend!" "Buy buy buy!" "You need more gifts! More toys!" It just doesn't make sense!&lt;/span&gt; Now, this isn't to say this stuff is bad, just that I notice that they contradict themselves. I see countless times where people are walking out of stores, an Xbox 360 in the cart, or Playstation 3. It goes on and on. And it won't stop! If you ever pay attention, I bet you will see less of "Joseph will really like this." gifts and more of "Joseph is wanting this so badly we'd better get it for him. He'd enjoy it" gifts. I'm serious! Think about it. Why is it that every new game system that seems to be the best one out there ends up being the most bought gift ever? For some odd reason, you never see the "true meaning of Christmas" coming out in these gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that the gifts are bad or anything. But nor am I saying they are good. I'm just saying, watch people this year. See what they buy, what they do with that gift. It's just not Christmas anymore it seems. Over and over people go in and buy the Third Generation game systems. Wii's, Xboxs, PS3's, PSP's. Seriously, the true meaning of Christmas is turning into "its all about family and friends... especially when it comes to an Xbox." Now, I also fall into the category of the expensive game systems, but I'm not vouching on getting it. In fact, I really don't think I will ever get the thing I want unless I pay for it. I like that idea a whole lot better than getting it from Santa on Christmas morning because I begged for it all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, just make sure that you don't end up being one of those people buying random game systems just to make your kid quiet for hours on end. Don't buy them a Wii just so they quit bugging you about it. Think about what your kid will like, not enjoy for three months. Personally, I think that I have fallen into the classic "everyone else has a Wii" act. I really kick myself mentally for that. I know that there are gifts I have gotten for Christmas that haven't lasted for just three months. I remember one Christmas when I got a Bop-it. I loved that thing. I played it all day and all night and all day and all night.... for approximately three to four months.  Nice idea, good thoughts, but it didn't last. My farthest used gift so far has lasted all of this year. I got a Rubix Cube for Christmas, and I loved it for a long time. After a while I got bored, but I never forgot any of the algorithms. If you give me a 3x3 Rubix Cube, depending on if it is lubricated or not, it will be done in about 45 seconds to 1 minute 30 seconds. It's been great, and I will always have that as a skill. I also liked it because it helped me become a better spacial thinker. It helped me become more methodical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a brighter note, I hit the 50 page checkpoint in my book. I'm pretty psyched out right now. In fact, as I type these words, every third letter comes ouf wreng. Also, I have finally found out that I have the best friend in the world. My friend I mentioned in an earlier post is the greatest friend anyone could ever have in anyone's life. I have never met a more selfless individual to his friends. Constantly he is asking if I wish to borrow PS2 games. Constantly he is asking for a small return. I can't believe it most of the time. Honestly, if someone shot him, I would stand in front of him, take every bullet, and tell him to take all I own before I died. Hopefully it won't come to that, but if it does, I will do all of that ;). He's that good of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in spite of all I said, think about what your kids can benefit from your gifts later on. I know, from a kid, this seems crazy, but I really mean it. I realize that in the long run, many gifts benefit me forever, like the Rubix Cube. The methodicalness and spacial thinking...ness. In closing, I would just like to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SU8VDwEz7gI/AAAAAAAAACM/L1pow7r3R-o/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SU8VDwEz7gI/AAAAAAAAACM/L1pow7r3R-o/s320/Merry+Christmas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282464042117754370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-8775282378792940877?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/8775282378792940877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=8775282378792940877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/8775282378792940877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/8775282378792940877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SU8VDwEz7gI/AAAAAAAAACM/L1pow7r3R-o/s72-c/Merry+Christmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-5814162528192271754</id><published>2008-11-22T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:57:23.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need for Speed: Most Wanted</title><content type='html'>Alright, in the post before this one, there's a game review. I said that I was going to be doing more. Well, here's one that I haven't played in a while, but it's nice to review.&lt;br /&gt;             In the game Need for Speed: Most Wanted (A.K.A NFSMW) it has a storyline. It involves several characters. You, Mia, Razor, Sergeant Cross, and Rog. (Pronounced Rojj). Anyway this is the basic storyline.&lt;br /&gt;             It starts off with you coming out of Bayview, the city where NFSU2 takes place. You find out about the new city called Rockport. This is where you begin. It shows a charming little cutscene of you and Mia arriving in Rockport. You get there and find out about the Blacklist, the ultimate place to be in this game. You build rep and finally face Razor. He cheats and takes your car. You vow to get it back. In the middle of it all, you find out about Cross, the meanest, ugliest, dirtiest police officer on the street. He's your arch-rival in the RPPD. You get caught, sent to jail, and come out. You find Razor on the top of the Blacklist, he used your car to get there. I know, I hate that too. To make a long story short, you end up getting back onto the blacklist.&lt;br /&gt;             Ok, so one thing in this game is the fact that you need to get Bounty. This helps face other Blacklist Racers. So, to get bounty, you get into cop chases. This guide is to help all of you in cop chases.&lt;br /&gt;             So, let's say that you ended up in a cop chase, and you want to get out. You find that you can't. I know how, and I can tell you. First thing is, you need to have less than five cops on you. Then, this is what you do. You start ramming with Speedbreaker. I don't care how much you have left, just use it. It's a lifesaver. You then need to understand two things. One, speedbreaker is not only usable by you. The cops can and WILL use it. So don't just think you are invincible with it. Next, attack them. Make sure they are next to the wall, and they are on your side, then use SB. Turn into them, it pins them into the wall, and they automatically die. Also, don't use it close to the wall, use it close, but not too close. Ok, so you take down the cops, then, all you need to do is start looking for a cool-down zone. Start driving to one. Any one it doesn't matter. Make sure that if your scanner goes off, you don't keep going. Pull a U-turn and then go. Ditch it later.&lt;br /&gt;             Now, you have that info, you can start getting into advanced cop chases. There are 6 heats, and #6 doesn't come until the last part of the game. You can get into heat 5 at max in the cop chases. So now, you just start going in the chase, destroying cops on the SIDE. They are most vunerable there and they flip easier. Keep destroying until you reach heat 3. That's when you need to be careful. In heat 3, the cops aren't stupid anymore. They can also keep up with you. It's also when roadblocks come into play. In heat three, you don't want to use brute force. You need to just start running, and then attack when you get the chance. After a few moments, your first roadblock will come. In roadblocks, you don't want to just hit. You need to use SB. This is because your car doesn't run over the cops, and slow you down. Instead, they all flip and move, and you stay on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;             Ok, so this is when you need to start to be careful. You need to hit the cop in the front on the side, or the back on the side. This is because they flip easier and you don't flip much. After that, there really isn't much else. (Besides, it's all you need to know.) Attack the cops to get away, and you have bounty. Make sure that you don't go into a cool down zone during a regular chase though, they catch you. Ok? Got that? I know, it's not good, but it's just what i do. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-5814162528192271754?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/5814162528192271754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=5814162528192271754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/5814162528192271754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/5814162528192271754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-for-speed-most-wanted.html' title='Need for Speed: Most Wanted'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-580523302893028019</id><published>2008-11-11T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:53:50.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Game Review'/><title type='text'>Video Game tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SRz041FftXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Uvz9LqbuBYA/s1600-h/Dark+Riku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SRz041FftXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Uvz9LqbuBYA/s320/Dark+Riku.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268354921276618098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about one hour ago, I was playing a Playstation 2 game called Kingdom Hearts.  It's a weird game. Any ways, there's a part where Sora (the main character and the guy you play as.) has to fight Riku, one of his best friends. He has succumbed to darkness and become strong and evil. Sora has to fight him alone, as Donald and Goofy are tossed out of the arena. Anyway, it is very hard to beat him, so, I am creating a guide to show you HOW TO BEAT RIKU IN THE HOLLOW BASTIEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ok, number one, you must have at least these four moves equipped. One is guard. This is my favorite move. Number two, counterattack. Third is dodge roll. Fourth is Second Chance. There's another optional one, and it is Arcanum,which uses 3 mp every time you use it. I didn't use it until the end, when i really desperatly needed it. Anyways, go to the area where you fight Riku. Go through the cut scene.&lt;br /&gt;     "That girl has lost her heart..."&lt;br /&gt;     "You... You're not Riku!" Yada yada yada. Ok, so you have started to fight him. This is what I do.&lt;br /&gt;     First off, DO NOT TAKE THE OFFENSIVE AND ATTACK HIM DIRECTLY AT THE COST OF HEALTH. My friend did this and lost about halfway into the fight. I use an evasive technique that helps me dodge his attacks. Every time he jumps at you, don't panic. You just need to use guard. This will earn you tech points and, if you hit X at the right moment, you counterattack and you can hit him in one full round.  Then, after you beat him down with that, you back away for a split second. He spins around as a defensive move, and then he attacks again.&lt;br /&gt;     Depending on how far you have already hit him, he may do one of two things: One, he may just jump away and jump back at you like he started to do. Two, he may hold his keyblade up and you have to hit him to get the battle flowing again. If he does the first, use Guard and then Counterattack to get him to where he does the second thing. This is where Guard comes in handy again. He puts his keyblade up eventually, and this is what you do: hit him. As soon as you hit him, back up about two steps. In the split second you do this, he says one of three things:&lt;br /&gt;     One: "Useless!"&lt;br /&gt;     Two: "Hah! You're nothing."&lt;br /&gt;     Or Three: "Is that it?" When he says these things, he brings his keyblade down and prepares to attack. This attack is more powerful, but still just as easy to deflect and earn those awesome tech points. He dashes at you and swings his keyblade around, trying to hit you. Hit square while standing still to use guard. He will be blocked and fly backwards. Again, hit X at the right time, and you will Counterattack. Be aware though, he doesn't just stop right there, you might have to guard again, as he might try multiple times to hit you with that. In that case, keep trying until he stops when you counterattack. &lt;br /&gt;     Keep in mind that using these techniques takes timing, skill, and a tiny pinch of luck. Also keep in mind that YOU WILL GET HIT IN THIS BATTLE. YOU CANNOT AVOID IT. USE HEAL WHEN YOUR HEALTH BAR IS CLOSE TO FLASHING RED. SECOND CHANCE IS IF YOU FORGET TO HEAL. REMEMBER &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU WILL GET HIT.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ok, so you beat him down. his orange health bar is now completely gone. It's now yellow. This is where things get kind of tricky. He now uses a cheap and cowardly thing. Darkness. He charges himself up with darkness and starts to attack with that. This is where dodge roll really helps out.&lt;br /&gt;     When he first charges, STAY PUT. He will not attack while charging, and you cannot hurt him. The first thing he does is fire a white ring at you. DO NOT TRY TO GET TECH WITH THIS, IT IS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE. I TRIED. I FAILED. DON'T DO IT. Dodge roll instead. He uses that clever little dash attack too. Don't deflect that either. Dodge every attack he uses in the darkness until he leaps into the air.&lt;br /&gt;     I forgot to mention, he does this 3 different ways. First, when he has no darkness, he just stabs the ground like Cloud and creates a shockwave. Just jump over it. The second is the first stage of darkness. He stabs the ground and little yellow things pop out of the ground. They are easy to dodge. All you have to do is jump and glide until they run out. They cant reach you.&lt;br /&gt;     Ok, so you then use the strategy I said earlier. Dodge until you can guard, then attack with Counterattack. Eventually he will take darkness again and repeat the process he did before. Use the same strategy.&lt;br /&gt;     Now is the hardest part. It took me forever to beat this part, as I just couldn't figure out how to get rid of the darkness. This is the part where his health bar is green. he's more desperate and he needs to kill you. He pulls out every trick in the book he's got. (By the way, it's a very tiny book.) He starts to use a really crazy move that I can barely dodge. I call it: The Crazy Super Dashy Darkness Stabby Thingamajig Attack. He holds his keyblade up and starts to glow. Wait for it... wait for it!!!... There! He shoots out towards you. Jump when this happens. Now the next part, I can only say, good luck on timing. It takes pure timing to get the next part down. He shoots out of every part of the Arena. This is where you need to use Glide twice. I found out, that if you use glide the whole time to dodge this attack, he hits you, so, to keep him on the ground, you use glide to dodge him until you are halfway down. Drop and use glide again. He doesn't hit you. Just be sure that you drop in a "clean zone" as I call it. It's where Riku isn't firing out of any side.&lt;br /&gt;     Ok, Phew! You dodged the CSDDSTA. He now pops out of nowhere and shoots his keyblade into the ground. This creates HUGE yellow things like the ones before. For this part, I have no strategy. Though, I have found out the most times I don't get hit is when I stand still on the ground. It still gets you once and a while, but normally, I get missed.&lt;br /&gt;     Wow! You made it this far? I can't believe you made it! You usually die by this point. No seriously, you will die at some point fighting him. This is natural and can't be helped, just try to fight again........ back at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;     So, you made it past the whole darkness phase two attack round. This is where things get easy. If you have done it right, he will have lost darkness. If he keeps it, you didn't dodge him quite enough. So, after you get rid of the darkness, all you have to do is the guard/counterattack strategy. Then, the rest is easy.&lt;br /&gt;     So, recap. Dodge roll, Guard, Counterattack (lots of timing goes into that one), pound his face into the ground. Ok? Do that, and you should be fine. Remember, dying is a part of video game life, that's why they made the game. Don't get mad if you die. I died. I died a grand total of.... I can't remember. I lost track somewhere between 20 to 23 times. Anyways, die. Die all you want, you will just get more experience. Also........... HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL. I have one more piece of advice for you. Dodge roll if you are low on health. Then, just as he starts to to the CSDDSTA, he waits, use heal then and make yourself safe. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Post if you like the guide. I'll post more on other games too! C Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SRz1zId-V-I/AAAAAAAAACE/MVHQ-VUpMAQ/s1600-h/Sora+Master+form.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SRz1zId-V-I/AAAAAAAAACE/MVHQ-VUpMAQ/s320/Sora+Master+form.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268355922911975394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-580523302893028019?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/580523302893028019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=580523302893028019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/580523302893028019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/580523302893028019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2008/11/video-game-tips.html' title='Video Game tips'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SRz041FftXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Uvz9LqbuBYA/s72-c/Dark+Riku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-8331447953667520335</id><published>2008-11-09T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:05:36.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><title type='text'>Well, nothing much, but here.</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have had a lot of stuff I have to do. One thing is going to dances. My friend, Landon, is usually begging me to go. I didn't go to the dance YESTERDAY because I had a lot of homework I had to do. He thinks it's just an excuse. LOL! He hates me for that. Anyways,I also started playing a game online. It's called Runescape. Its an MMORPG. That stands for Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game. Boy, role playing doesn't even begin to describe the stuff you can do on it. One, you can get different types of armour. It's based in medieval/modern times, so you wear armor, get shields, swords, that stuff. Anyways, to summarize the armor, this is the order, from worst to best. Leather, Bronze, Iron, Steel, White, Black, Mithril, Adamantite, Rune and Dragon. From Addy on, it gets into the 100k's to get it. There are 6 things you can get to protect your character. From bottom to top, they are: Legs/skirt (Skirt is cheaper and less protective, but if you trim it with gold or zammy or something, it looks so fly.), Plate body/chainmail (Chainmail is like the skirt, but not the trim thing.), and Full/Medium (Med) Helm. (Helmet). Now, I mentioned "trimming." This is when you get gold bars, and hammer them onto the edges of your armor. It gives you an overall "Rich" person looking effect. Now, to get gold bars, you can do one of two things, or both. One, you can buy it in the Grand Exchange. (Runescapes Ebay. Stuff sells instantly, even though it would take millions of years to sell it to a guy in a town square. Did i mention that they block out the word Ebay? It's so dumb!)This is more expensive, as the other way is free, but, you get the gold bars much faster. The other way is to mine it. You mine gold and then "Smelt" it into bars. Then, you can make gold trim. Ok, enough about that. There is much more to do, but if you want to know, get on yourself. My guy is named Daredevil892. I recently recovered him. Anyways, this is the website. Dont go if you dont play. Its almost pointless to be on the website with no purpose. www.runescape.com&lt;br /&gt;      So, that's the game I'm into now. Next, is my best friend, Landon. I have started getting pretty far in my book. I've decided to put my best friends in there. Landon is going to be an AA character. He's a bounty hunter with a bounty, even though he's a good person. The reason for his bounty is because of Brakshaar, the main Antagonist. He's out to take over the "Center Planet". Because of this, Mezezayics were born. I, am one of them. I am the "chosen one" (All books have one right?). This means I am destined to kill Brakshaar and end the terror that the Control brings. The wierd thing is, there are three chosen ones. Aansum, Brakshaar, and me. Read the book to figure how this works. Anyways, back to Landon. I have him as  Bounty Hunter that is out to rid this world of criminals. He has several awesome things about him, one is the fact that he wears color contacts. They are in several different colors, and they give him different things. The neon green ones let him see in heat vision. that's just one thing. He's a whole ton cooler, but in order to find out about him, I need you to read my book. Remember, I'm not done, so, be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;     Finally, there is a really sad thing that happened two days ago. My great uncle Ron Carter, passed away because of a disease that no one knew how to cure. He was my mentor for my book, and I really enjoyed his. His passing is sad, but I know he's in a better place.&lt;br /&gt;     Ok, I'm done talking. Now, you talk. I need comments people. Please, just post a comment. I dont care if it's a single letter, but if you visit my blog, I like comments, so post. Post them with your life on the line if you have to! POST YOUR COMMENTS! Ty. (Thank you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-8331447953667520335?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/8331447953667520335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=8331447953667520335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/8331447953667520335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/8331447953667520335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-nothing-much-but-here.html' title='Well, nothing much, but here.'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-968565069522070296</id><published>2008-09-28T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:42:06.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is SO GREAT!</title><content type='html'>Well, on my last post (I think. Oops.) I mentioned that I was an Eagle Scout. That was probably 10 to 15 minutes after my board of review. I had my court of honor two days ago down in the Snake River Canyon. I loved it. Both my dad and Marla Christianson planned so hard and diligently on making the court of honor a success. I forgot. There was another kid a year older than me. His name is Mark and he got his Eagle too. His mom, (Marla Christianson. A.K.A. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt; Christianson.) was very helpful. She was getting most of the supplies. My dad was telling them that we needed to get more, but they insisted in getting all of the supplies they were assigned to do. We reluctantly agreed. So, after getting all the supplies down and ready to go, and after the first court of honor for the rest of the kids who don't have their Eagles, this is how our court of honor went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It started out with my dad coming up. As he came up I looked at him and silently mouthed the words, "Should we go?" My dad, almost imperceptibly, nodded his head. I nodded and poked Mark. "We gotta go" He nodded too and as my dad reached the portable microphone, Mark and I were headed down to the canoes, of course, swamped with kids all over. Mark and I got there and we said the kids had to leave. At this point, my dad was talking. I heard the words, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Opening Prayer&lt;/span&gt; and at that point, I knew that we had to hurry. I swiftly put on my life jacket. Tyson came up to me. "You ready to get wet?" I nodded and Tyson got his life jacket on too. My Grandfather said Amen. I knew then that it was time to get in the canoes. Tyson got in the back and helped me in. I sat in the front and off we went. Tyson paddled and I heard Brother Christianson (Sister Christianson's husband. Of course!) talking about journeys in scouting, and about the history. Then, we hit land. My mentor, Bishop Moffitt, helped me out and escorted me to my seat. The next few parts, excluding the talk by President Ward, went by as slow as I can remember. My dad got up and started talking about the schedule. President Ward was to speak, then we were to recite the Eagle Oath. After that, the crowning began. We got our special cases which had the badge, the pins, and velvet all over it. Mark went first. He got his pins out, the Mother and Father, and pinned them on his parents. Then, his parents put his scarf on. The blue was exquisite in the green field. As his mom wrapped it up, his dad put on a pin thing. It had an Eagle on the end and the colors of the ribbon part were Red, White and Blue. After the stuff on Mark, I was up. President Ward, who was my Webelos leader, got up. "It is my honor to be able to present the Eagle award to Coby." I was so excited. He got the case and opened it. He then said "Now, first off, you need to pin your Mother. Her pin is easy, it says Mom right on it." There was a few chuckles in the audience. I lightly laughed. I then grabbed the box and took out the pins. First was my Mom. My best friend who always teases me about being ADD. (I think I am btw. That's By The Way in text talk.)Anyways, I pin the pin on the necklace she has. I also look at my journey. I started off getting the scout along with Tenderfoot. Those badges were there. I then worked up to Second Class, then First Class. Those pins were there as well. Next, was Star. I kinda didn't like the pin. It looked like the County Sheriff badge. I then gaze for a split second on my second to last rank. Life. I loved that pin. It was a heart with the scout symbol on it. I liked the red in the heart. It was AA. I finally finished the pin. The Eagle pin. I was done with rank advancements. Then, I got out the father's pin. I carefully put it up to the collar of my dad's scout shirt. It wouldn't go in. "What's this thing made out of?" I asked quietly. "You're trying to get it through the collar holder. Try it here." He pointed at a soft spot and I got it in. Then, I got my scarf put on. I grinned with pride. Then, I hugged both my mom and dad. We all sat down then. My dad stayed and invited the new Eagles to come up. I let Mark go first. He said that his mentor was a friend of his mothers. He picked him because he helped with his Eagle project. His workshop was huge apparently. So, he awarded it to him and they both sat down after Mark said a few more words. I slowly got up. I walked up to the portable microphone, dead now as it ran out of battery, and exhaled a nervous breath.&lt;br /&gt;    "Well, Mark said everything I was going to say, so I'll just have the Bishop get up here and I'll award him the pin and that'll be it for me." Everyone laughed. I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;     "Ok, no. But I do want to thank everyone for supporting me. My parents, my friends. I really appreciated everything that they did for me. For my Eagle project, I burned a web filter onto a disk and distributed it throughout my ward. It was tons of fun, we got some external burners and things and burned it and had a big cycle going. I loved it. And for my mentor, even though he might not have known it, the bishop inspired me in so many ways. When he gave talks, he was always saying how great the young men were and how much he appreciated them. I was always listening to him. He's a great guy and funny and if he could come up, I want to award him the mentor pin." I awarded it and then sat down. We did a few more Eagle things, such as sitting in the Eagles nest and singing a special song. Then the closing prayer. The court of honor was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We took some pictures while we were there. The pictures were in front of a big flag. Here they are if you want to look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SOAUtxVvePI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H-gxmfOm-Jw/s1600-h/Coby+Eagle+MomDad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SOAUtxVvePI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H-gxmfOm-Jw/s320/Coby+Eagle+MomDad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251219942085196018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SOAUubfofXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LG8Sm4eZBNU/s1600-h/Coby+Eagle+Grandparents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SOAUubfofXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LG8Sm4eZBNU/s320/Coby+Eagle+Grandparents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251219953400970610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SOAUuh0Yv3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/yk3O6M_qOqk/s1600-h/Coby+Eagle+with+Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SOAUuh0Yv3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/yk3O6M_qOqk/s320/Coby+Eagle+with+Friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251219955098632050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SOAUvKWK4MI/AAAAAAAAABE/PCUo5gBPxSQ/s1600-h/Eagle+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SOAUvKWK4MI/AAAAAAAAABE/PCUo5gBPxSQ/s320/Eagle+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251219965977747650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SOAUvA8M_kI/AAAAAAAAABM/z61PI4w9hQs/s1600-h/Eagle+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SOAUvA8M_kI/AAAAAAAAABM/z61PI4w9hQs/s320/Eagle+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251219963452915266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second to last one is with a quilt my grandmother made for me. I was her first grandkid to get the Eagle Scout. The one above that is with me and my two best friends, Landon Lee and Danny Seastrom. (In the yearbook, they accidentally put Swastrom, I make fun of that almost every time I see him.) Landon is the tall one with red hair, Danny is the shorter one with brown hair. Funny think is, I have two red haired friends, two tall friends, and two shorter friends with no similarities except for the fact that they are the same size and they know each other as best friends. Odd isn't it? Anyways, the rest of the pictures are pretty obvious I think. Thanks for listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-968565069522070296?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/968565069522070296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=968565069522070296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/968565069522070296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/968565069522070296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-so-great.html' title='This is SO GREAT!'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SOAUtxVvePI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H-gxmfOm-Jw/s72-c/Coby+Eagle+MomDad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-891945598340306067</id><published>2008-09-05T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:13:29.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have So Much To Say! Help Me!</title><content type='html'>OMG I AM SO HAPPY! So much has happened in just 3 days. Well, i am going to talk about another thing, so 4.&lt;br /&gt;      One, AS OF YESTERDAY, SEPTEMBER 4TH, 2008, COBY CLINT CARTER OF THE 5TH WARD OF THE TWIN FALLS IDAHO STAKE OF THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER-DAY SAINTS IS RANKED EAGLE IN THE BOY SCOUTS PROGRAM!!!!!!!! I had my board of review yesterday and I just couldn't believe that I was actually having it. I walked into the room and sat down, sweating already, even though the interrogative session hadn't even started. The sun glared in the window, and even though I couldn't imagine what questions there were going to be, I was scared. After the session, I got sent out of the room. I couldn't wait for the results. The men in the room talked for a bit. I heard only my name and the word Eagle in their conversation, but I didn't know if that was a good thing or bad thing. Brother Badger opens the door. My dad comes in with me, and we both sit down. Brother Badger looks over to me and says that I was a good leader. I nod and thank him I know that the big news is next.&lt;br /&gt;     "Well, we have reviewed everything that you have said, and we think that you deserve to get your eagle award." My mind just goes berserk. It's done, my eagle is finally done. After all of the problems with the signatures and the signing and the project, I finally had it done. I nod, not showing my excitement from the outside. He goes on about something else about what my eagle taught me, and I try to focus, but I can't. I was finally done. My mind just goes blank and I remember coming out of the room. Full of pride and gratitude. I was done. I was finally able to check the little box in job applications that ask if you are an eagle scout. It was done. I can't say that enough. It is done. It was done. I was done. Done done done done done. I love that word now, except, it looks all funky now that I have typed it so much. It looks like Dohnee. Lol. Anyways, I AM AN EAGLE!&lt;br /&gt;    Ok, now to get out of caps lock. Next, my friends and I are going to make a youtube series. I think that it's really AA. I can't wait. Look for them on youtube. Ok, well, Mostly this was just for the eagle thing, so this isn't very long. Anyways, update you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-891945598340306067?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/891945598340306067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=891945598340306067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/891945598340306067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/891945598340306067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-so-much-to-say-help-me.html' title='I Have So Much To Say! Help Me!'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-5698442448739816110</id><published>2008-08-31T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:14:21.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Book</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have been working on a book. It isn't a bestseller or anything, but it is pretty cool to me. It's about me, my friends and a couple of other guys that are called Mezezayics. They have special powers and during the book they discover new ones. It's pretty exciting for me and I can't wait until the rest of it is done. It's just a draft, but here are some excerpts from my book. I hope you like them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cclint%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Century Schoolbook"; 	panose-1:2 4 6 4 5 5 5 2 3 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;        His hair too is black, but blonde sparks of hair are littered everywhere in it. Giving the impression of wheat against the night sky. His eyes, having colored contacts in them, are a very deep brown. Zack has already sealed them on. For now. His shirt, which is a light green, has the Adidas logo on it. But that is hardly noticed as Zack’s cloak is the most amazing. The cloak is a blackish blue hue. Also, it is very light and long. It reaches about to Zack’s middle thigh, just past that, and it doesn’t have sleeves. Zack has a tiny bit of his shirt peeking out of the cloak arm holes, but the rest is his arms. On his hands, he has gloves that cover only his palms and up to his knuckles. The cloak has a lot of pockets, although, they won’t be needed unless he carries something important. The pants he wears are a slight grey, but mostly black. They bag out a bit in the front, but the rest is perfect. Coby whistles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keep in mind that this is just a description of a draft, so it might not be that good. But, it might be to some readers. (However few there may be.) Here is another one, it's earlier on in the book, so it might not be as good as the other one:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cclint%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Century Schoolbook"; 	panose-1:2 4 6 4 5 5 5 2 3 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;“B-But h-how?” one engineer asks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Hmm hmm,” Zack chuckles to himself, “it was easy, all I did was waste time. As I was on top of the pipe, you were wasting bullets. I knew that I could get you to waste more if I did something for cover. That’s right, I thought this far ahead. So I blew up the computers for that wall piece. Which, by the way, depended on a total amount of luck. Then, as I made the clones, the final part of the plan came into action. I knew you would waste even more fire if I made the clones talk one at a timhe. You guys are so gullible.” Zack shakes his head and in a trillionth of a second, he crumbles into dust, gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, that's just parts of my book. If I get to a really good part, I will tell and show you. But other than that, that's just it. That's basically how my book is going to run. If it gets published, you'll probably be the first ones to know about it. So, that's my book! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-5698442448739816110?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/5698442448739816110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=5698442448739816110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/5698442448739816110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/5698442448739816110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-book.html' title='My Book'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-1959737804582987761</id><published>2008-08-30T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:16:50.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next one... Obviously</title><content type='html'>Right now, as I sit at my computer typing these words, nothing to write about comes to mind. So I will problably just discuss random stuff. Mostly games and things.&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday, August 29, was my birthday. Wierd thing is, Abraham Lincoln was either born or died on the same day. I kinda hope it was the born part. Not that having his death on the same day is bad, just depressing. Anyway, for my birthday, we went to the county fair. A place where ex convicts and jailbreakers go for refuge. Not exactly where I would like to spend my Birthday, but what am I going to do? Anyway, there were some kids there that really creeped me out. They looked like those kids out of goth gangs and Emo gangs. I hate the fair just for that reason. Now, as we were walking out, my mom heard something that really made me realize just how creepy the fair is at night. They were stamping people's hands to get in and one of them said,&lt;br /&gt;  "Well, now's the time when all of the good boys and girls go home and go to bed." The other guy nods and says,&lt;br /&gt;  "That's very true." Now, I'm not sure if he was talking about us as a family or not, but that made me realize that being at the fair at night is not a good place to be.&lt;br /&gt;  Just recently, Twin Falls had a Temple built. The youth had to put on a Cultural Celebration. This was very cool, as we performed for the Prophet, President Monson. I loved it. As he came onto the stage, this is what he did.&lt;br /&gt;  He looks around at the sea of youth faces. Then, in the front row, he spots a young boy with red hair.&lt;br /&gt;  "Red hair?" he says, sounding angry, "I love red hair! Once, a friend of mine made a picture of me with red hair. I looked pretty good in red hair." There was laughter from all of the youth. "But then, they sent me a red wig. I hated that, it had shaggy curls and it looked horrible on me." Everyone again laughed. Then, he saluted, blocking the sun out from his eyes. Then, he says,&lt;br /&gt;  "All I see are people. Where are the animals?" Every one laughs again. It was very funny. Then, he spoke to us, that was very spiritual, as I was a mere 10 feet away from him. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;  Finally, to wrap things up, (My brother is getting bored of me writing) I was able to get an MP3 player for my birthday. I needed one as I lost my old one. I have to say that this one is better. It has a better screen with better resolution and it is very expensive looking. (That means shiny, brand new looking things like that.) I love it. So far, I have used up close to 0 memory on it. It has a 1 gig memory so I'm happy. So, that's it for now. I had a total brain fart a couple of days back, no idea what to write about, so I am writing about this stuff. Tell me what you think! Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-1959737804582987761?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/1959737804582987761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=1959737804582987761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/1959737804582987761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/1959737804582987761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2008/08/next-one-obviously.html' title='Next one... Obviously'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582726899907147673.post-2656575958103875152</id><published>2008-08-19T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:22:49.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog... Ever!</title><content type='html'>Well, since this is my first (and hopefully not my last,) blog, I am going to make this as simple as possible. First, there are a couple of text talk messages that I will be using. One is lol. That stands for Laugh Out Loud. I might use that a lot, if I do, sorry. Just the only way I can laugh on the internet. Basically. I can use words like Ha Ha, Tee Hee and that kind, but to me, those are bland. Lol makes it so you can imagine the laugh in any way use choose. The other one is ( I made this one up.) AA. That stands for Awesomely Awesome. Ok, since I have that out of the way, I will start on the basics of me. First off, my name is not really Jayke Blakk. That is my pen name for my book. I use that all the time. Second, I am a teenager. So most of the stuff I talk about will be stuff that teens like. Such as video games, TV shows and other things. Third, I am not really sportsy. I stink at sports and I really don't mind that most people are better than me at them. (Most of the time.) I don't mind playing catch or a small little game of tennis and whatnot, but I am not on any official team. Most of the people I know are good at sports. That's how I got so good at not minding that I am losing in sports. Except against my little brother. If I lose to him, it is extremely hard to not get mad. I mean, he is 3 years younger than me, so how the heck do I lose to him? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;    It might surprise you that I have hidden talents that most people would hate. One is that I am a good writer. You might have seen the book comment that I wrote. It is true. I am really writing a book. Right now I am around 40 to 45 pages into it. So far, it's interesting to me. Probably only me. Lol. There's one of the text talks. I might use other ones, and I will try to remember to tell you what they mean. Anywhos, my book will be designed to be appealing to teens. Hopefully it will become a #1 New York Times Bestseller like all of the billions of other books that are like that. Lol. I am also a very talented &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speaker&lt;/span&gt;. I italicize that because I have no idea on how I am a good speaker. But my parents and my grandparents say that I am a very convincing speaker. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;    Now, to get into stuff that most people would get. (Not that you wouldn't get the first part, it's just that most of that was stuff my parents and grandparents would read and love. Lol.) I am in the scouting program. Currently working on my eagle. I have a board of review in a couple of days. If I pass, I am officially ranked Eagle in the Boy Scouts of America. I got it before I turned 14. If I pass. My Eagle Project was quite simple. I took a web filter, burned it onto 150 disks, and distributed it to the rest of my ward and stake. (I'm in the Mormon religion.) I really can't wait. I will beat my cousin. (Not that I am obsessed with that, he just thinks that he is better than me at everything. Not scouts. Victory is mine! *Cough Cough*)&lt;br /&gt;    Finally, I might talk about a game i like called Puzzle Pirates. I am currently playing on it right now. It might seem weird, but I like it. It is tons of fun for me. If there is something that is confusing, tell me, I will explain it on my next post. (If you live that long through them.) Anyways, thanks for listening, or reading or something. Whatever it is you do to know about me on this post. I hope you like me! He says hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582726899907147673-2656575958103875152?l=tyvec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/feeds/2656575958103875152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582726899907147673&amp;postID=2656575958103875152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/2656575958103875152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582726899907147673/posts/default/2656575958103875152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyvec.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-blog-ever.html' title='First Blog... Ever!'/><author><name>Jayke Blakk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454019914512022718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ad7qb2EdDQ/SkrYcnkMg-I/AAAAAAAAACY/SV4MoiPRork/s1600-R/TwinFallsTemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
