<?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-6750153729628398079</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:05:28.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.B.A</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daviaudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10874147840108457052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750153729628398079.post-5782316550049768702</id><published>2010-10-17T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:29:38.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, My roomates, and BYU-I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, I figured I wanted to start blogging again. Although I cant really say again, because it's not like I really was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diligent&lt;/span&gt; in the first place. I don't really have many people to blog too, or much to blog about it seems but, given my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebookless&lt;/span&gt; status, and the distance separating me from the people I want to stay in contact with most I figured this would be a good thing to take up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I live in the brand spanking new South Gate Apartments, I would take picture and show them to you, however don't have a camera at the moment and I don't want to upload a bunch of picture to my roommates laptops; so this will largely be a blog of text. There may be pictures here and there though. It would be impossible to conveniently sum up the last five weeks here at school but I love it here. It's lots of fun, also, I expected to be down right miserably cold as of three weeks ago, its been sunny and pleasant in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In this apartment #106 are five roommates of mine. My best bud Grant and I share a room, naturally he is a cool guy, therefore the best bud status. His older brother is also here. Keenan Grant also from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Medford&lt;/span&gt; happens to be in our apartment too, and it's really nice cause he has a set of wheels, nice wheels. Taylor is from Othello Washington, he is a tall dude, six four I think. Honestly we could all probably kill him at one point or another throughout the day, he is pretty childish sometimes, but also can be lots of fun. Jeff my other roommate is from Idaho falls and just got back from a Mission to Mexico about four or five months ago. We all love Jeff. All of us get along fairly well, although with how much Grant studies, how much time Phil spends with his fiance, Jeff working at four in the morning, and all the other shenanigans that go on around here, its pretty rare for all of us to be home at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;School, is awesome. With the exception of Writing and Reasoning 101 and Choir, I love going to every single class, its kinda odd that I don't like choir, but it's pretty much over a hundred people shouting. My other classes are Communications, mission prep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/span&gt;, and American Sign Language, all of which are awesome, I even like getting up for communications which starts at 7:45 Mon, Wed, Fri. My schedule is pretty bizarre in that I have a large gap of time between my classes. Most people at first glance think my schedule is awful but every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; I get to go to the temple and play the piano when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not looking for a job. Most people have signs in their windows letting everyone know that they are not hiring. I don't really know how to close this post, so I'm just gonna say that I will write experiences as they come. Miss you all and take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750153729628398079-5782316550049768702?l=davidfmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/5782316550049768702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750153729628398079&amp;postID=5782316550049768702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/5782316550049768702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/5782316550049768702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/2010/10/me-my-roomates-and-byu-i.html' title='Me, My roomates, and BYU-I'/><author><name>Daviaudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10874147840108457052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750153729628398079.post-5218581555559222802</id><published>2009-01-20T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:19:33.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9BpSLJRw00/SXaF4Ccg0lI/AAAAAAAAAA4/aOWHhm7ckRk/s1600-h/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565609796227666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9BpSLJRw00/SXaF4Ccg0lI/AAAAAAAAAA4/aOWHhm7ckRk/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9BpSLJRw00/SXaF4I5hAkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-3VxPSGOxzo/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565611528487490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9BpSLJRw00/SXaF4I5hAkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-3VxPSGOxzo/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9BpSLJRw00/SXaF30MDY3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/dIKEyXnb4l8/s1600-h/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565605969093490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9BpSLJRw00/SXaF30MDY3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/dIKEyXnb4l8/s320/140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9BpSLJRw00/SXaF3loMyLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/joehOlCCff4/s1600-h/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565602060617906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9BpSLJRw00/SXaF3loMyLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/joehOlCCff4/s320/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9BpSLJRw00/SXaF3YKAk-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/lK0RzTgXZ1U/s1600-h/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565598444327906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9BpSLJRw00/SXaF3YKAk-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/lK0RzTgXZ1U/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had a date this weekend, I went with a girl named Krystal Wagner, We doubled with my bud Grant and his date Jessica Hassel, We can't drive anywhere really, so pretty much we had to think of creative things to do at home. Here are pics of what we came up with. Actual pics of us during the date are on Grant's camera, so those iwll come later, but here is what i have, enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6750153729628398079-5218581555559222802?l=davidfmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/5218581555559222802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750153729628398079&amp;postID=5218581555559222802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/5218581555559222802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/5218581555559222802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-date.html' title='Sweet Date'/><author><name>Daviaudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10874147840108457052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9BpSLJRw00/SXaF4Ccg0lI/AAAAAAAAAA4/aOWHhm7ckRk/s72-c/135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750153729628398079.post-6158200775259019596</id><published>2008-11-08T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:50:24.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but i seem to be doing lots of reflecting on my life lately, and the life of my family. It just seems so strange to me, my older siblings are married, and have kids of their own, and I've watched as my younger brother has grown up And we are both Teens now! It all just seems so crazy, and I wish I knew then what I knew now. That I miss the days when our whole family was home. Just things like the candle tradition that Sally mentioned... I remember doing that! Looking at pictures of my Neices and Nephew, it all just seems so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Keith, you were like my hero as a kid, I wanted to be just like you, and I seem to remember playing ball with you quite frequently. Thanks for puttin up with your younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;Sally and Jenn, thanks for always lookin out for me and just being so kind all the time, oh and thanks for teaching me how to dress :) And I still keep a stash of laughy taphy's around&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if Krista reads these, but Krista helped me with so much homework, it was kinda ridiculous, and I'm sure she has plenty of her own to do with how she kept her grades.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss Tom, It really didn't hit me until he was a missionary, but, Tom was a great older brother and a wonderful example. I wish now that I had spent more time with him as a kid..&lt;br /&gt;And there is good ole, loud, cheerful, at time obnoxious Shaun. As youngsters he was my absolute best friend, we were always playing together. I wish as I had grown older I hadn't pushed him away as much and now I feel hard pressed to get him to want to be with me. I hope I can be the older brother for him that I had in Keith and Tom.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just suffering from nastolgia. I will forever be grateful for my eternal family. And I cant wait to see you all again. And someday with kids of my own visiting you and giving our kids the experiences that we had with our cousins. I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750153729628398079-6158200775259019596?l=davidfmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/6158200775259019596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750153729628398079&amp;postID=6158200775259019596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/6158200775259019596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/6158200775259019596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Daviaudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10874147840108457052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750153729628398079.post-2561662522400296496</id><published>2008-10-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:31:39.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!?! Freedom!</title><content type='html'>So here is to the three to four people who read this blog :p So, ya, I got my license today. Seriously it's a glorious feeling. I passed with an 85% I believe and the written test was a piece of cake on a golden plate fed to me as I sit there getting a foot massage. Of course I get to drive the Junker Car A.K.A the Contour. It's a good little car and fun to drive as many of you know. Of course I have already decked it out and made it my own.&lt;br /&gt;Funny story though. As I was walking to to the Van with my instructor I said something along the lines of, ' We getta rock the van today" which now in high school just means like its something that is totally not cool and you are just gonna try to make it look good or something along the lines of that, or you make it look good. You could be a rockin a really tacky outfit for example. However After i had passed i told mom the comment I had made and she freaked and totally took it in a very dirty way ( Yes, My mom found sexual innuendo, who would have thought?!?!) Well anyways, thought i should share the news. It reminds me of the thing we got for Jenn on her key chain when she turned sixteen. something like: "Clear the road cause I'm sixteen" except in my case, i think it would be safer to stay off the sidewalks. :) Just Kidding, I'm a good driver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750153729628398079-2561662522400296496?l=davidfmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/2561662522400296496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750153729628398079&amp;postID=2561662522400296496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/2561662522400296496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/2561662522400296496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-freedom.html' title='What?!?! Freedom!'/><author><name>Daviaudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10874147840108457052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750153729628398079.post-2961384360794792177</id><published>2008-09-18T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:27:54.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Failure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750153729628398079-2961384360794792177?l=davidfmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/2961384360794792177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750153729628398079&amp;postID=2961384360794792177' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/2961384360794792177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/2961384360794792177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/2008/09/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Daviaudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10874147840108457052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750153729628398079.post-311665067344713503</id><published>2008-09-18T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:48:28.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivers Test.....</title><content type='html'>So, tomorrow morning I take my drivers test.... I have pretty much been waiting for this my whole freakin life!!! So I have had lots of tips. Blinkers on when you pull up and leave the curb, over exagerate looking, check mirrors constantly. Make sure you can see the car in front of you's tires when you are behind them. Yup lots of stuff, lots to remember. But I think I can do it.... I will let you know tomorrow what happens... Whew. Wish me luck... I need it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750153729628398079-311665067344713503?l=davidfmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/311665067344713503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750153729628398079&amp;postID=311665067344713503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/311665067344713503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/311665067344713503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/2008/09/drivers-test.html' title='Drivers Test.....'/><author><name>Daviaudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10874147840108457052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750153729628398079.post-9199852361810839904</id><published>2008-09-01T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:04:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer...</title><content type='html'>So...yup, today is Labor Day. School starts tomorrow for my brother and Wednesday for Me. As I look back on summer, it has really gone far too fast, but I have actually enjoyed it. My last summer, was bloody awful! So I vowed never to have a summer like that again.&lt;br /&gt;This sumer was spent hanging out with my two best buds, Jared and Grant. And really trying to develop musically. So the consistancy of my life for the first month about was play piano and sing all day. Longboard all night.&lt;br /&gt;finally i started to work on my eagle project and had a fair balence of work and play. I really have kind of bonded with my younger brother a bit this summer. and I am actually looking forward to being at the same school as him. Its been fun. Ha we just had an airsoft war upstairs while mom and dad were gone :p&lt;br /&gt;And no Morgan summer is complete without camping, so the last full week of summer Shaun, Two of his friend, myself and my mama bear, all went camping up by applegate. Twas fun, a great time to relax. I read my book, went off a huge rope swing, jumped off a bridge, of course went skinny dipping at midnight haha.&lt;br /&gt;However now of course the last two days of summer are spent scrambling and for some stupid reason mom finds the need for use guys to surgically clean our rooms. But whatever.  Still havn't gone back to school shopping, nobody can really afford it. But honestly, I could care less.&lt;br /&gt;so It has been a successful summer in my book. One of my best.&lt;br /&gt;However, I would still rather strip down, whip myself sensless, crawl butt naked over barbed wire, roll through salt and then hang myself up by my thumbs, than go back to school..&lt;br /&gt;Peace All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750153729628398079-9199852361810839904?l=davidfmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/9199852361810839904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750153729628398079&amp;postID=9199852361810839904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/9199852361810839904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/9199852361810839904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer.html' title='Summer...'/><author><name>Daviaudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10874147840108457052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750153729628398079.post-985219730334795327</id><published>2008-08-24T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:30:40.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma</title><content type='html'>WAHOO! Freedom!!&lt;br /&gt;So ya, this summer, a theater group that I have previously been involved with was putting on a show of Oklahoma. So I said no to doing the play because I have been working on my eagle project, because I want my licence and I can't get it until my eagle is done.&lt;br /&gt;However about half way through the rehearsal proccess the poor sucker that had for doing the lead, due to unforseen situations ended up not doing the part... so they offered it to me.&lt;br /&gt;So after taking forever to decide I told them that I would do the part IF they couldn't find anybody else to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I was let off the hook. However my friend Cailey who choreographed the whole show came to me and told me she had a deficiancy of dancers and asked me to help her out and to dance in a couple of the numbers. And of course me being a sucker for a cute girl and wanting to help people out, I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;And now after weeks of being bored out of my skull waiting for hours of rehearsal just to dance in two numbers and to sing one song ( I had lots of time for reading the twilight series) I am finished.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I had fun, but at the same time I really wished I had said no, cause my project isn't done and I wanted to have my license by the time school started. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;but thank goodness it is over.&lt;br /&gt;So I am pretty much burnt out, so I am spending mose of next week camping. YES! I am going to relax and just huge rope swings.&lt;br /&gt;Peace all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750153729628398079-985219730334795327?l=davidfmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/985219730334795327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750153729628398079&amp;postID=985219730334795327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/985219730334795327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/985219730334795327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/2008/08/oklahoma.html' title='Oklahoma'/><author><name>Daviaudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10874147840108457052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750153729628398079.post-7994184785215683587</id><published>2008-08-06T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:49:35.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight...</title><content type='html'>So yup, I just finished reading the book Twilight, due to the urging of my two sweet sister's Jen and Sally. (and just about everybody else with 2 'X' chromosomes) Twas quite a good book, a very good read and I would highly recomend it, however, this book is also a trap. I loved and hated the book all at once. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;The book is extremely well written, and altough it takes some time for the plot to actually develop, just how well the author describes everything is enough to pull you in. While waiting for the narative "hook" so to speak, I had an epiphany about this book. It's a trap because it pulls you in and if you are of the female gender you suddenly go. "oh Edward" "ah" and all other guys seem so much less than it could be, however immpossible it would be for anybody to EVER be like him.&lt;br /&gt;And well if your a dude, its quite simple. You simply say to yourself... "Crap...I'm a failure."&lt;br /&gt;But you can't get enough of it so you just keep on reading. So Anyway, I say read them, I am going to get the second one today. The author puts the first chapter of the next book at the end and just that is enough to make you want to read the next one. :p&lt;br /&gt;So yup, I'm off to read.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Be The Journey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750153729628398079-7994184785215683587?l=davidfmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/7994184785215683587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750153729628398079&amp;postID=7994184785215683587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/7994184785215683587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750153729628398079/posts/default/7994184785215683587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidfmorgan.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight.html' title='Twilight...'/><author><name>Daviaudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10874147840108457052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
