tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62128042011-04-21T18:36:36.305-06:00no one's worldyou can see for yourselfAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comBlogger1501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1127862143078663902005-09-27T16:53:00.000-06:002005-09-27T17:02:23.083-06:00If anyone still reads this...I'm here in California. I'm here, and I don't know what life will hold for me. I've been here for nearly 2 months. I miss my mom every day. I can't believe that all this happened, even though I saw it with my own two eyes.I had a conversation with a professor in the middle of class a week ago. This conversation consisted of him saying he wrote an article about how Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1119081481312882052005-06-18T01:56:00.000-06:002005-06-18T01:58:01.363-06:00Tonight, Friday, June 17, 2005, my mother, Linda Jane Davis, beat cancer. She said enough pain, enough cancer, enough. She passed away this evening. She beat cancer, she did, and now she is no longer in pain. She will always be with me, and I know this. I love you, Mom, and I know you'll be watching over me.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1118549488610733532005-06-11T22:03:00.000-06:002005-06-11T22:11:28.616-06:00Laura left for the bay area today. two days ago, we celebrated our 4 month anniversary, which was good, and consisted of us getting olive garden stuff to go and coming back to our house. my grandpa is out here, now, and us three were doing a pretty good job of taking care of her, but I think that my grandpa and I will be okay for a little while. my grandpa has his own problems, but my mom has Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1117859072268000002005-06-03T22:23:00.000-06:002005-06-03T22:24:32.273-06:00My mother, Linda J. Davis, is dying. We don't know when she'll go, but have your thoughts with her.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1116911214258876322005-05-23T23:02:00.000-06:002005-05-23T23:06:54.263-06:00So my mother is going through a lot right now. I had to take her to the ER on sunday night. They took an x-ray, re-hydrated her, she had been dehydrated since october, and the x-ray showed that she had an obstruction in her bowels, and her right lung cavity was completely full of fluid. the doctors are saying that she's very sick, and one of the nurses says that she might be in her last weeks to Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1116803018990974022005-05-22T17:01:00.000-06:002005-05-22T17:03:38.993-06:00So I'm home for a little while. Give me a call at home or on my cell. need the cell? go on facebook or ask me. peace.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1112694248297823172005-04-05T03:41:00.000-06:002005-04-05T03:44:08.296-06:00Hey, I haven't written in a long time! WTF! so here's what's new with me in new "List Order (tm)":---I only have a couple more days left of 18---Classes suck balls, especially all the reading for philosophy---I feel like I haven't talked to my friends from back home in a long time---I'm enjoying myself here very much.So that's about it. I have a math midterm on thursday, I think, so we'll see Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1110756890935323362005-03-13T16:34:00.000-07:002005-03-13T16:38:08.790-07:00So I'm here in Santa Fe, posting from the Baking Co. Good times. It seems like every break, no matter what it is, I take my comp to the baking co and just chill for a while, probably because of the high speed wireless, but other than that, I just like being here. It always feels like when I go home, I am kinda trapped in the house with nothing to do, and this is a way to get out of the house. I'mAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1109965851868190012005-03-04T12:49:00.000-07:002005-03-04T12:50:51.870-07:00I feel this is the way to do it: I have a girlfriend here at college now. It's time to move on. This is one way that I can finally bring closure to the events of winter break. All right.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1109806543244502702005-03-02T16:35:00.000-07:002005-03-02T16:35:43.246-07:00So yeah, I updated the guitar project, so check that out. peace.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1109189582270670542005-02-23T13:10:00.000-07:002005-02-23T13:13:02.270-07:00It strikes me that I don't really keep this thing up anymore. I'll try to do that in the future. Anyhow, a brief glimpse into what my life has been like.-Failed a philosophy exam, talked to the professor, if I do A quality work, he will consider the test an anomoly-Don't feel good about the physics midterm I just took. Talking to the prof. on thursday-Yeah, girls...I'll tell you about that one ifAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1107561977755927702005-02-04T16:59:00.000-07:002005-02-04T17:06:17.766-07:00So yeah, about the whole writing thing, I've been pretty busy, but hey, I'm writing now, so good times. I'm here in cali just fine, car's doing fine, going to try to go snowboarding sometime soon, there's a mountain like 20 mins away, so good times. I'm going to try to bike up part of the mountain to see what it's like, and I think that that'd be pretty fun. I'm doing a tap dancing club which is Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1105853973057730982005-01-15T22:39:00.000-07:002005-01-15T22:39:33.056-07:00The next time you hear from me, I'll be in Cali. ttyl
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1105324726347482282005-01-09T19:31:00.000-07:002005-01-09T19:38:46.346-07:00Just one more thing to get people thinking. In our country, the movie "Meet the Fockers" has taken in $204.3 million in 3 weeks. We've now pledged $35 million this year, and $3 billion over the next 3 years towards aid for tsunami victims. That, in my mind, is sick. One news station in New Mexico reported roughly $200,000 in aid going to victims of the tsunami, right now, I am unable to even findAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1105173851140444952005-01-08T01:42:00.000-07:002005-01-08T01:48:37.680-07:00E-mail:
Hello all, Re: the following opportunity to do a little something at this astounding time in history: The incredible IRONY of 125,000 tsunami dead and the necessity of rebuilding many stricken nations in the wake of the recent "natural" tsunami disaster COMPARED to the over 100,000 Iraqi dead (not to mention 1000+ US dead and 20,000 US seriously wounded) in the invasion of Iraq . . . . .Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1104794269493766012005-01-03T16:08:00.000-07:002005-01-03T16:17:49.493-07:00I don't know if I have anything left in Santa Fe. I feel like I don't really have any true friends here anymore. I don't even know if thomas and I have a friendship. I feel like the only reason I came back was for my mom and for sarah, and now I feel like a fucking shithead because of this. I also don't know what I'm going to do with my life, and I just feel like I have nothing here. I don't feelAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1104568267447391442005-01-01T01:27:00.000-07:002005-01-01T01:31:07.446-07:00well, since it looks like I've returned to my blog, I guess I'll put my new years resolution on:
1. Stop apologizing when it isn't warranted.
2. figure out life. (multiple year resolution)
I don't know if I have any more, but more will probably come about. Like this one
3. Stop doing emotional shit over the internet.
That's a big one. All right, Happy New Year.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1104488050930660132004-12-31T03:13:00.000-07:002004-12-31T03:14:10.930-07:00I'm sorry, thomas. I shouldn't have said what I did, and I know it was backhanded and hurtful. I don't know what else to say but what I always do, and that's to apologize.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1103937475074254322004-12-24T18:17:00.000-07:002004-12-24T18:17:55.073-07:00merry f-ing christmas to you too.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1103488693711357532004-12-19T13:37:00.000-07:002004-12-19T13:38:13.710-07:00this blog is terminated until further notice. probably college.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1103392145213861212004-12-18T10:46:00.000-07:002004-12-18T10:49:05.213-07:00I'm home. I think I should learn to internalize feelings rather than tell other people about them. I also am seriously considering taking this blog off of the internet. I don't know anymore.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1103224127988022812004-12-16T13:07:00.000-07:002004-12-16T12:08:47.986-07:0026 hours, 22 minutes until I leave for home. 38 hours 22 minutes until I am home. Posted at 11:08 AM.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1103192274170029862004-12-16T03:16:00.000-07:002004-12-16T03:17:54.170-07:0035 hours and 15 minutes till I leave for home. 47 hours and 15 minutes till I am home. Posted at 2:15 am.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1102926011526225782004-12-13T01:10:00.000-07:002004-12-13T01:20:11.526-07:00My letter to sarah got there in 5 days. 3 business days. I am scared to go home because I don't know what's going to happen. It's the not knowing that's the worst. I finished my paper, and am now procrastinating on studying math. I need to get good grades. I need to do well, but I want to be home and I want to look at sarah again. I want to hold her hand. I want to go to the atomic and spend too Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1102563832608958542004-12-08T20:29:00.000-07:002004-12-08T20:43:52.610-07:00I feel like I'm too needy. I have a friend who I'm dearly worried about because she cuts, but I can't do anything anymore. I want to go home. I don't want to be here. I'm tired. I sent Sarah a letter as fast as I could, 3-5 business days. Hopefully it will get there before she leaves. I should be working on my own 20 pg paper, but I'm not, and I hate it. I'm tired of this shit. I missed channukahAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1102215933423393162004-12-04T19:53:00.000-07:002004-12-04T20:05:33.423-07:00I'm just going to write.
Have you ever felt so empty after food poisoning that you know that you're missing something because there's nothing in your stomach to be missing, and it's there after you eat alot, and you want to fill it, but nothing can help, and that you feel like you don't have any true true friends at your college, and you feel like everything that any school wants is to take Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1102154789207631702004-12-04T03:03:00.000-07:002004-12-04T03:06:29.206-07:00I don't know why, but I haven't written Sarah a letter yet that I said I'd write her on tuesday (past). I'm going to send her a letter tomorrow no matter what, but I guess I'm afraid. Afraid of what, I don't know.
I got food poisoning tonight from food at Scripps. The Vegetarian Pasta. I think I'm done eating there.
I'm insanely tired, but I'm not asleep.
finally shaved
okay, done.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1101942219257790072004-12-01T16:01:00.000-07:002004-12-01T16:03:39.256-07:00Let me just say that blogger and financing a college education suck balls. I figured out that in order to pay for my semester, I would have to work 112 hours this week. There are 168 hours in one week. I now have to write a letter to the head of financial aid and explain my circumstances. Also, if I ever have to deal with "warhammer" again, I am going to shoot myself in the foot. I can't deal Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1101942028763426782004-12-01T15:56:00.001-07:002004-12-01T16:00:28.823-07:00Okay, let me just say that financing a college education sucks balls. I figured out that in order for me to pay off my semester, I would have to work 112 hours this week. There are 168 hours in one week. I have to now write a letter to the director of financial aid, and all this other shit, and I have finals, and I still don't want to be here, and my roommate and other people are driving me Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1101941988138521602004-12-01T15:56:00.000-07:002004-12-01T15:59:48.160-07:00Okay, let me just say that financing a college education sucks balls. I figured out that in order for me to pay off my semester, I would have to work 112 hours this week. There are 168 hours in one week. I have to now write a letter to the director of financial aid, and all this other shit, and I have finals, and I still don't want to be here, and my roommate and other people are driving me Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1101802906982553432004-11-30T01:16:00.000-07:002004-11-30T01:21:46.983-07:00I haven't the slightest clue why, but since I got back to my dorm room, I feel completely and utterly depressed, and I can't stand contact with other people here. I just want to be home again, and I want to be with Sarah. I don't know what's going to happen in the future, but I just want to be with her. I know I'm a fucking sap, I know it, but I can't help it. I love her, and I just want to hold Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1101620116262147992004-11-27T22:25:00.000-07:002004-11-27T22:35:16.263-07:00So I'm finally getting around to writing a post. It's been a few days, but I'm home now. My grandpa is here at home, and it's nice to have him here, though he and my mom want to make sure that I don't do something like decide to make music my life. I know where they're coming from, but at the same time, it's not like I was going to do it anyway. Give me a little more credit. My grandma isn't Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1101217576554133702004-11-23T06:45:00.000-07:002004-11-23T06:46:16.556-07:00Yeah, so this was my first real all nighter. Go writing 11 pages in one night. need sleep.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1100938146874307552004-11-20T01:56:00.000-07:002004-11-20T01:09:06.873-07:00I miss home. I miss so much right now. I miss being held, I miss having real friends that I actually trust and that I want to hang out with all the time, and I miss being able to go places and not worry about how much gas I have, seeing my mom again, and how we're doing financially. I miss being home, and I miss not having to worry. I miss sleeping in my own bed. I miss Santa Fe. I miss having Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1100772096005594102004-11-18T02:57:00.000-07:002004-11-18T03:01:36.006-07:00I called Sarah tonight/this morning. I'm so happy right now. Hearing her voice let me know why everything is worth it. This is what I'm doing, and I'm loving every bit of it, and I am so unbelievably happy. I can't express it. It was so good talking to her, even if I did interrupt her bath. I'm so happy that I called her. I can't believe that I get to see her so soon. I'm just so happy.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1100557078983377452004-11-15T15:17:00.000-07:002004-11-15T15:18:12.870-07:00I now have my computer back, and it is working, thank god. I'll post more soon.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1099437531447553882004-11-02T16:17:00.000-07:002004-11-02T16:18:51.446-07:00Okay, so yeah, there's some crazy shit going on right now, and chances are I'm not going to tell anyone the full extent of the shit, but one part is my computer, another part is me, and another part is field hockey. Okay, yeah, computers suck. If you want to reach me, e-mail me at ADavis@pitzer.edu. I'll check this one, but my other one is going to be down for quite a while (2-3 weeks) so if you Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1098756664369095322004-10-25T19:50:00.000-06:002004-10-25T20:13:50.136-06:00So yeah, I got an appointment to talk with someone on monday. That should be a good thing, I hope. I sang today, and I sang pretty well, though I know that I could do better, so I'm going to throw my roommate out at some point and sing alot. I need to do that. It'll feel really good. Also, on wednesday, I'm posing for some pictures for someone's art project. I don't know any more than that about Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1098658840657421332004-10-24T16:59:00.000-06:002004-10-24T17:00:40.656-06:00I'm a dick. That's all there is to it. Always have been, always will. I can't be myself, and I'm an asshole to those who I love. I can't take being the person I am anymore.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1098392276913095662004-10-21T14:57:00.000-06:002004-10-21T14:57:56.913-06:00Experimenting with new backgrounds. Let me know what you think.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1098237109064784992004-10-19T19:34:00.000-06:002004-10-19T19:51:49.066-06:00So after another 13 hour drive, I'm here, and this time I have my car here. I'm here, and everything seems to be going all right, though I feel kind of empty inside. I can't really explain it, and at dinner, I was commenting on how the dining hall was empty, but I guess people took it as me talking about me, and I think it's kind of true. There seems to be some kind of a hole in me right now, andAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1097989198048441342004-10-16T22:51:00.000-06:002004-10-16T22:59:58.046-06:00So tonight is my first whole day at home of fall break. I am absolutely loving it. Today, I went and helped my mom's boss move to another office, because they have a multi-million dollar job, 3 architects, and all of them wanted to be in one place, so they're moving. Anyway, I also hung out with Robby for a while and caught up with him. I really enjoyed that. I'm awaiting a phone call from a Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1097797138321871192004-10-14T17:28:00.000-06:002004-10-14T17:38:58.320-06:00You know, I don't know what's wrong with me lately, I've been being an asshole to lots of people, especially myself, because I forgot some things. I know exactly what I said before, and I know what was said, and I know what I stand for, and what exactly what everyone meant by this, and I messed it up, and I am actually hating myself for it. I just can't take this shit anymore, because I'm a whinyAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1097526381800395612004-10-11T14:04:00.000-06:002004-10-11T14:29:51.370-06:00So, I had my concert this weekend, and for the first time, I thought that my singing in a concert after a choir went really really well. I was so happy for that. I sung both really well, and at the same time, really had a good time. Granted, I was frozen stiff from the knees down from fear, but it went well. Anyhow, my roommate is hosting a prospective student tonight, so we'll see how that goes.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1097181175122052692004-10-07T14:24:00.000-06:002004-10-07T14:32:55.123-06:00So I've been taking breakdancing for about 2 weeks now. I think that's kind of funny. You know, me breakdancing. Yeah, I'll show you my moves when I get back. Anyway, yeah, coming back to santa fe not this upcoming weekend but the next for fall break, and I get my car. Good times. I finally got my green chile, mmmmmmmmmmmmm, and I got my Lance Armstrong Braclets. I only have about 7 left, so I Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1096879386596563932004-10-04T02:35:00.000-06:002004-10-04T02:43:06.596-06:00It's nearly 2 in the morning here, and I am not asleep. What is up with me? I don't know. So I ended up taking care of a drunk girl down the hall last night with someone else, and that I guess was all right, considering that she was fine this morning. I also find myself unable to read the paper, not because I don't have it, but that I can't read it, I cannot make myself read. It sucks.
In other Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1096526928752054352004-09-30T01:41:00.000-06:002004-09-30T00:48:48.753-06:00Let's write some things that are funny in my life:
1. I've e-mailed Sarah once every week for the past 3 weeks. Just noticed that today.
2. I just got on the Field Hockey team here. The strictly WOMEN'S Field Hockey Team. There aren't really practices, and the first game is on Saturday.
3. I think I'm fat.
4. I worry way too much and I worry about me worrying, and I worry about why I'm worrying Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1096274597209170722004-09-27T02:32:00.000-06:002004-09-27T02:43:17.210-06:00So blogger sucks balls because I tried to write a comment for sarah's blog, and when I tried to add a link, it took away about a half a page of writing. That sucks. Fuck. Anyway, I miss Sarah still, and I wish that she'd come back soon. Fuck. I feel like I have terrets tonight. Fuck fuck fuck. Yeah, and blogger just pissed me off with it's fucking comment system, not that mine is any better. FuckAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1096151734010829302004-09-25T16:20:00.000-06:002004-09-25T16:35:34.010-06:00I guess I'm having a sort of blog writer's block. I went out last night. For the first part of it, I wrote. I guess it was free hand, but it feels wierd because of what I wrote. I wrote a letter to Sarah that I'm not going to send, but it was odd, it was almost as though I was glorifying her into a diety, and I know that that's not the way to go about things. I miss her so much, but I love her Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1095932227114966222004-09-23T03:35:00.000-06:002004-09-23T03:37:07.116-06:00Okay, so here's the paper I wrote tonight:
“Every Time People Think it’s Over, You Have a Technological Revolution”
(Hoyos)
Based on “Tough Choices for Oil Companies in the Quest to Head Off a Global Capacity Crunch and How Technology Can Squeeze More Crude Out (Financial Times 9-22-2004, Pg 11)
This statement, taken from a recent article in the Financial Times, has never been so Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1095672316271335342004-09-20T03:25:00.000-06:002004-09-20T03:25:16.270-06:00I don't know what's up with me these days. I feel like I'm being a real jerk off in terms of Sarah, because I feel like all I've been saying is that I miss her, and it's just crap because if I keep saying that, no one is going to want to talk to me because that'll be all that I ever talk about. Alex Delecluse isn't helping. I miss her, that's obvious, but we both have things to do, people to see,Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1095501238146998182004-09-18T03:40:00.000-06:002004-09-18T03:53:58.146-06:00I know it's been a while since I've posted, but I guess that I just haven't had much to say as of yet. But I guess that tonight was different. A bunch of drunk people came into our room, and the night ended with someone falling into my roommate's picture frame that was trash apparently, but that broke glass everywhere. I cleaned most of it up in our room, but someone missed the trash can when Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1094623362533399142004-09-07T23:43:00.000-06:002004-09-08T15:35:39.946-06:00You know what, I think college kind of sucks.
Anyhow, on a different note, I'm miss everyone. I wish that there was some way that I could see everyone one more time, give them a hug and a kiss, and just be with them. Fuck. I miss my mom, my dog, Sarah, Thomas, Colin, Jacob, Peter, Robby, just everyone (and I don't want to see any comments that say that I forgot you, because there just isn't Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1094329388793494152004-09-04T14:22:00.000-06:002004-09-04T14:23:08.793-06:00I got an e-mail from Sarah today! GLEEE!!!!
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1094287323268490062004-09-04T02:23:00.000-06:002004-09-04T02:42:03.266-06:00So I'm here at 1:30 in the morning here, listnening to Les Miserables, thinking of all the people that I can't even begin to contact, and all the people that all of my relationships feel so fake with, and everyone who I call my friends, family, girlfriend, and how I love them so much, that I can't even begin to tell them how much I miss them, and how all the guys here and everywhere have to be soAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1094022392655032792004-09-01T00:52:00.000-06:002004-09-01T01:06:32.656-06:00So I've been here for what is in actuality about 5 days, though it feels more like a couple of weeks. I've managed to put close to two hundred dollars straight into 4 books, and I've also managed to stress myself out because I think that I shipped the books home instead of here. Yeah, not fun. I still have no idea whether Sarah is doing all right or not, though I know that she is just fine, I Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1093685443551272622004-08-28T03:23:00.000-06:002004-08-28T03:30:43.553-06:00So I'm here. I'm in Claremont, CA, and I've moved into my dorm in Sanborn Hall, and my mom is leaving tomorrow, and I still haven't heard from sarah in terms of whether or not she got my card, but the post office said that they delivered it this morning. Nothing like being 3 days late. Anyhow, I'm here, so I'll write more a little later. right now, bedtime.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1093323240902077952004-08-23T22:58:00.000-06:002004-08-23T22:54:00.903-06:00Well, I suppose that I'm supposed to be gone, but I'm not yet. My car is still in the shop, and hopefully, by tomorrow, I will be en route to California. I guess that I've realized something. I guess that I really have nothing to fear about leaving. Many of my friends have already departed, including Sarah, and I really would only be staying here and doing nothing, probably pissing off my mom. I Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1093164261426054432004-08-22T02:49:00.000-06:002004-08-22T02:44:21.426-06:00This was my last night at the opera. Mike showed up. That was akward. I've been thinking alot about the friends that I have, and I finally realized they're not going anywhere. They're right here with me, in my heart, just like I told Sarah I'd be, and everyone'd be. It's kind of sad that I'm leaving, but you know, it happens. We'll see when I actually leave.
I still haven't finished packing.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1092807784020516252004-08-17T23:41:00.000-06:002004-08-17T23:43:04.020-06:00So I haven't written in a really long time on this thing, and I don't know if it's just me, but I'm not quite so up to keeping this thing so current, but we'll see what happens. Anyhow, Sarah left today for England, and if you want the whole story, I can tell it to you individually, and preferably personally. Also, Jacob leaves tomorrow morning early for college. I'm just getting so sad. I don't Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1092030428637965722004-08-08T23:40:00.000-06:002004-08-08T23:47:08.636-06:00If I could write a story for the wear yellow thing, this is what it would be.
I wear yellow for my mother. My mother has been diagnosed with Mesophilioma, a cancer of the lining of the stomach, and is beginning the biggest fight of her life. She's been through one of the chemotherapy treatments already, and she is going to be flying back from taking me to college to have another. I wear yellow Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1091200994964124372004-07-30T09:22:00.000-06:002004-07-30T09:23:14.966-06:00My mom has cancer.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1091130512843359972004-07-29T13:46:00.001-06:002004-07-29T13:57:44.240-06:00It's kind of funny how much trouble I can get myself into without even trying, but that's a story for another day. So tomorrow is my last day at the LFC, and it should be a good one. I finally finished all of my projects here, and I have nothing better to do that sit here, read, and write stuff. I really did enjoy this job sometimes, and to answer Thomas' question, the job itself didn't make me Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1090871476084574472004-07-26T12:58:00.000-06:002004-07-26T13:54:28.423-06:00
So yeah, I've been doodling at work, and this is one of the things that I came up with. Give me your feedback.
I haven't really been doing anything with this blog that's interesting, so I figure that I'm going to make a page somewhere else where if you have doodles like mine, you can scan them in and post them on that page. I guess that'd be kind of fun, and it'd also show how freaking boringAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1090396158485961242004-07-21T01:28:00.000-06:002004-07-21T01:49:40.613-06:00I don't get it. I mean, I always seem to make myself feel unwanted. Like I get in the way all the time. I guess that the big meaning of this is that I want myself out of there, or I want to feel unwanted. This makes absolutely no sense, but hell, if anyone else can figure it out, go for it.
Tonight, I ran into Sarah, a girl that I met last summer, and have been wondering when I'm gonna meet Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1089869865210615322004-07-14T22:59:00.000-06:002004-07-14T23:37:45.210-06:00My mom is coming home from scotsdale tomorrow. I'm so happy about that because it means that my mom is home. I know taht sounds pretty lame, but to me, it's a big deal. I mean, I seriously doubt that anyone out there reading this has had their only parent in the hospital and a hotel in another state for more than two weeks. I know that I haven't looked all that upset, but inside, I probably feel Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1089323698648609352004-07-08T15:19:00.000-06:002004-07-08T15:55:16.306-06:00God, why am I here? I'm falling asleep at my desk, with absolutely nothing to do but listen to the same old songs that someone else is playing over and over again. It's going to drive me mad, I swear. So my mom's gonna be in scotsdale for a little while, and that's okay, except that both Kandinsky and I miss her alot. Kandinsky, by the way, demolished the screen on the storm door leading outside Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1089179918605014192004-07-06T23:45:00.000-06:002004-07-06T23:58:38.606-06:00So yeah, I guess that tonight was supposed to be one of those eye opening experiences, but you know, it wasn't. Went and hung out with thomas, got some starbucks frappucino's, went to haagen datz, and got a free dill weed breadstick, which made my breath horrible, which set me up to go and get mint ice cream at cold stone, and introduce thomas to roxy, which was kind of sketch, b/c she gave me Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1088320129955374582004-06-27T00:49:00.000-06:002004-06-27T01:08:49.956-06:00A thought:
I had a conversation with quazi last night about this, and I don't know why, but I still feel this way. Whenever I hear about a coulple, or whatever, I feel lonely. I know that I've given myself 2 years on a serious relationship, though I doubt that that will hold up, though I'll try, but every time that I've read a blog about a guy and a girl, or some kind of relationship, I just Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1088111758560127172004-06-24T14:57:00.000-06:002004-06-24T15:15:58.560-06:00So I'm here at work, doing absolutely nothing, and there is nothing that I can do. My car's in the shop because the hubs were fucked up and it's going to take a week, monday the fastest, to get the parts here, $180 a piece, and I have to get two, and My mom has an appointment in scotsdale for the 2nd, and Sarah Ortiz's wedding is on the third, and I start work sometime then, and I'm worried aboutAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1087968360340927472004-06-22T23:04:00.000-06:002004-06-22T23:26:00.340-06:00Sometimes I guess I think to much. I let my emotions get more than the better of me, and I always manage to fuck things up. Yeah right. Tonight, I went out to coffee with one of my friends from elementary school, Julia Felix, and had one of the best times ever. We went to her boyfriend's house, evan kottle, another person that I went to school with, and everything was so fun, and I mean, I just Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1087805662201409082004-06-21T02:03:00.000-06:002004-06-21T02:14:22.203-06:00As I sweep down the line
People flowing through my mind
Like the sands of time
With the brush stroke
Pounding on the floor like that broken egg yolk
all the times that I fell and a person laughing with their stick to poke
me prod me, make me nothing
listen to me in the walk-in when I want to sing
when I'm feeling completely freed
But shit man, this is the end of an era
again, but hey, it comes Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1087576810977538112004-06-18T10:36:00.000-06:002004-06-18T10:40:10.976-06:00so I had this realization
Yeah, I've determined that I finally understand something about pop culture. Country music is like the older version of emo. I mean, if you think about it, it works, they talk abou meeting chicks, and then whining over them when their gone, or being completely bitter. It's an unbelievable occurrence, and then also, the ones who like one of those genres generally dispise Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1087149157495028312004-06-13T11:41:00.000-06:002004-06-13T11:52:37.496-06:00Cars, Bingo, Old Ladies, and what I like to call the "Lockbox of the Ages"
So it's been quite a while since I've updated, 8 days short of a month, but there are a few reasons for that. 1)I've been thinking, not alot, not a little, just thinking...about lots of things really, and I guess that I'd come to the conclusion that at least for a little while, my blog was finished with my senior page. 2)Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1085181914081271482004-05-21T17:23:00.000-06:002004-05-21T17:25:14.083-06:00Senior Page.Take it easyAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1084949457460785562004-05-19T00:50:00.000-06:002004-05-19T00:50:57.460-06:00Am I smart enough to set aside my fears of being truly brilliant?Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1084853595363862662004-05-17T22:09:00.000-06:002004-05-17T22:13:15.363-06:00I just saw the most amazing movie that I have seen since Spirited Away. I just saw Millennium Actress with my friend Robby, and I would have to say, that this is one of the best movies that I have ever seen. I loved it, and it was amazing, humorous, serious, everything, and the entire concept for the movie was exquisite. I can honestly say that this is going to be the first movie that I buy Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1084774986307346742004-05-17T00:22:00.000-06:002004-05-17T00:23:06.306-06:00Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1084772964289265712004-05-16T23:33:00.000-06:002004-05-16T23:49:24.290-06:00So another big part of my life is over, and I'm just lucky to have been able to do it. Youth Sympony chorus, which took up a big part of my time the year of 2004, is now just a thing of the past, and so are the many songs that we sung. It was fun, but I know that I'm going to miss it alot. someone said something along the lines of "have a good life" at the end, and it kind of struck me then that Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1084689451900228172004-05-16T00:37:00.000-06:002004-05-16T00:51:34.106-06:00lol.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1084603666815791532004-05-15T00:40:00.000-06:002004-05-15T00:47:46.816-06:00So yeah, prom's coming up, along with the end of all assignments in high school, the senior trip, and everything else. I just want to, before all that stuff happens, touch on the camping trip I just took. I went up to Mt. Taylor with my seminar "Ceremony". It was absolutely amazing. We explored the town Cubero, and also went to Laguna and met a guy there who is a war chief, and he explained to usAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1084430844833942372004-05-13T00:44:00.000-06:002004-05-13T00:47:24.833-06:00Okay, not digging the new blog design, but shit, I guess I'll have to live with it. Anyway, I have to agree with colin. I take solace in knowing that this blog means absolutely nothing. It's comforting, and I have to say, that since this is the only way that I learn about what my friends are thinking, it really helps to know that we're all wasting out time on nothing. Okay, done for now. Peace.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1084136951170253042004-05-09T15:09:00.000-06:002004-05-09T15:15:17.076-06:00So it's mother's day, and today, I helped my mom clean up the back yard. That was a good thing. Why is it that we all wait for a holiday to do something nice for the people we love. I just don't get it.
Last night, I was playing online chess, and the guy who I was playing against said something interesting:
"You're really smart with your hand off of the mouse"
This was referring to saying thatAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1084028855800324082004-05-08T09:07:00.000-06:002004-05-08T09:12:05.373-06:00So yeah, I'm using a computer at the hotel in albuquerque to do this, so it might be kind of sketch. but yeah, let me explain to you exactly what happened yesterday
Tove Shere, the track coach, comes up to me while i'm sitting down in the tent and asks me "hey adam, can you do us a favor"
I'm like "Okay, what?"
Tove says "Can you sing the national anthem to start off the meet?"
So I was likeAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1083908051255116532004-05-06T23:34:00.000-06:002004-05-06T23:40:32.186-06:00So yeah, feeling completely like shit right now. that should change when I go to state tomorrow. again, i didn't qualify any of my individual events, but i'm going as a backup for a relay, and that's what i think is important, that i'm going. anyway, probably going stag to my prom. that'll be cool, b/c i have a tux w/ tails, a vest, and a top hat and a cane. that'll be so cool. yeah, anyhow, i Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1083824074586444152004-05-06T00:14:00.000-06:002004-05-06T00:19:00.793-06:00You know, free form writing rocks. I just have to say that. that is what blogs are, anyway, but with a little more structure. I think that freeform wrighting is just the thing that I need.
Blue
Left
Wrong, never right, but what the hell, noone's coming here to see it,
but you know what? maybe I don't wanna be right!
maybe I wanna be the biggest loser in the world because I think that it'd make Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1083540235923262772004-05-02T17:23:00.000-06:002004-05-02T17:28:17.513-06:00I dunno what's going on lately, but you know, I just feel like no one reads this thing, so it's really just something for me to see. So, okay, I can manage that, but I just wish that someone could sympathize with me, though I know that they can't. Oh well, I'm alone in a lot of things, and I know that my feelings have been something that I've been alone in for a while, and that's what I guess Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1083482955431383282004-05-02T01:29:00.000-06:002004-05-02T01:33:36.140-06:00Once upon a time, someone asked me what the title of my blog stood for. At the time, I said that it was just something that I made up. Now I understand it:
This is no one's world to take away from the rest of us
This is no one's world for someone to say that you cannot be what you want to be
This is no one's world for someone to tell you that you are not the person that you can be
This is no Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1083387320119361692004-04-30T22:55:00.000-06:002004-04-30T22:59:38.810-06:00Yeah, so anyhow, st. mikes prom tomorrow. Should be a lot of fun. I'm also helping a little league baseball game to get my tap hours done. that should be awesome. thinking alot about the end of my high school track career. it's really...I don't know. sad I guess, but more than that. I felt like I was going to break down today after my discus throw. I ended up getting 5th place with a throw of Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1083218402655504032004-04-29T00:00:00.000-06:002004-04-29T00:04:19.436-06:00Okay, so I can't start my homework without gettting something down.
It seems like everyone is just so focused on everything that is right in front of their eyes lately, and personally, I am too, but I just want to take a step back for a minute. Let's all do this. Ready? Close your eyes. Okay, now just breathe, in and out. Breathe slowly. Breathing in, notice the present moment, breathing out, itAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-108321633481709022004-04-28T23:25:00.000-06:002004-04-29T00:07:51.606-06:00Time to post the english version of the imfamous russian lyrics. just so you all know, it's the aria sung by Lensky in Eugene Onegin.
Where, oh where have you gone,
golden days of my youth?
What does the coming day hold for me?
My gaze searches in vain;
all is shrouded in darkness!
No matter: Fate's law is just.
Should i fall, pierced by the arrow,
or should it fly wide,
'tis all one; both Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1083135001854332662004-04-28T00:50:00.000-06:002004-04-28T00:54:17.403-06:00Should I just stop telling people things all together? Seriously...Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1083127318222224292004-04-27T22:41:00.000-06:002004-04-27T22:46:12.966-06:00Another Day
So yeah, today was my first day of seminars. Because I wasn't prepared for my psyche seminar, I have to basically prove to him that I understand the material next thursday. I really did want to read it, but I thought that it was due the second class instead of the first. Oh well. Anyway, moving on, I am going to have a very busy weekend for various reasons, and I am happy about all Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1082957649778122522004-04-25T23:34:00.000-06:002004-04-25T23:38:22.076-06:00First of all, I really want to apologize for how boring and obviously stupid the last couple of posts have been. I know that the jokes have been beyond lame, and I know that the conversations I have been carrying on have been very very boring, but I want you all to know that maybe, just maybe, I'll be okay. Yeah, anyway, on to the next.
colin's going through hell right now, and I just want to beAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1082927172585420412004-04-25T15:06:00.000-06:002004-04-25T15:10:24.670-06:00Well, yeah, it's been a hecktic week. Classes are over, and I'm going into seminars on tuesday. I went to a track meet, and I feel really dissapointed about my performance, but hopefully, I can bring everything together for districts. I've been trying to think alot, and I mean alot. It seems like it's been doing me some good, though only others can be the judge of that. I am finally catching up Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1082518088699405262004-04-20T21:28:00.000-06:002004-04-20T21:32:14.060-06:00Okay, this is just great. Courtesy of Redmeat.com
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1082517009654164502004-04-20T21:10:00.000-06:002004-04-20T21:14:15.140-06:00Tonight is a shithole.
Yeah, it is. Tonight, and today, and tomorrow, and the rest of the fucking days I have to spend in this god forsaken town. I mean, the people, to a degree, are great, but the city itself bores me. I am bored beyond words, and there is no fucking way that I am going to stay here past when I have to. Frankly, I just don't want to go to choir anymore, do anything, because I Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1082441830037511232004-04-20T00:17:00.000-06:002004-04-20T00:21:14.310-06:00Thank you Colin for help with the links!
oooh, pretty. It makes my saliva glands go crazy...wait, that's there normally...
Anyway, check them out. If you can't find them, here's a quick guide:
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Thanks again, colin.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1082276097522309352004-04-18T02:14:00.000-06:002004-04-18T02:18:59.153-06:00Kuda, kuda, kuda vi udalilis,
Vensi moyei zlatiye dni?
Shto dyen gryadushchi mnye gotovit?
Yevo moi vzor naprasno lovit:
V glubokoi mglye tayitsa on!
Nyet nuzhdi; prav sudbi zakon!
Padu li ya, stereloi pronzyonni,
Il mimo proletit ona,
Vsyo blago; bdyeniya i sna
Prikhodit chas opredelyonni!
Blagoslovyen i dyen zabot,
Blagoslovyen i tmi prikhod!
Blesnyot zautra luch dennitsi
I zayigrayet yarki Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212804.post-1082049186337251482004-04-15T11:13:00.000-06:002004-04-15T11:17:04.373-06:00The week has gone by very quickly. I am really stressing out about finishing my tap (Community Service Project), and I am also stressing out about how much work I have in my last week of senior classes. After next thrusday, I am absolutely done with all classes except AP's (French and Calc), so that reduces my schedule quite a bit, and then seminars start the next tuesday. This weekend should be Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217606785008530720noreply@blogger.com