<?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-5312104846911845761</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:12:45.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phylicia's Freshman Comp Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312104846911845761.post-7264435013737819677</id><published>2007-12-02T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:07:31.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #32 (Missing in a big world)</title><content type='html'>A missing 13 year old teenager was reported missing November 20, 2007. I read that mesa police department is asking for help from the public to find Brittnee M. Plant. It's kind of weird to think about someone being missing. Because you know for a fact that they are somewhere on this earth. But its even weirder and harder to think that someone, anyone can really end up missing. I always thought about life as being real. And it still is but in a different way. Almost like we're now live our lives like a video game. And in these games anything can happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-7264435013737819677?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7264435013737819677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=7264435013737819677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/7264435013737819677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/7264435013737819677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/12/journal-32-missing-in-big-world.html' title='Journal #32 (Missing in a big world)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-4750193110843726547</id><published>2007-11-21T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T07:18:57.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #31 (No common sense)</title><content type='html'>A lot of people go through life thinking that something bad will never happen to us. And sometimes that's a fact for some. But that wasn't the cast for two valley man ages 18 and 28, that were reported kidnapped early Tuesday.  At 2 am November 20, 2007 a family member that was being forced to pay ransom called the police. Told the story and give information on were the may be found. The police successfully found the two men not harmed. I just don't understand how people can do such things like this. Have they no common sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-4750193110843726547?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4750193110843726547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=4750193110843726547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/4750193110843726547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/4750193110843726547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-31-no-common-sense.html' title='Journal #31 (No common sense)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-3142733525096827541</id><published>2007-11-14T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:13:48.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #30 (would I want to be famous?)</title><content type='html'>The question was asked, "Would I like to be famous?" I think I would for something that was positive to today's  youth. Or for something that has changed people lives for the better. I don't think I would want to be famous for being an actress or a artist. Even though i love performing and whatnot. People are just always trying to bring you down as a person. And I just wouldn't want that added stress upon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-3142733525096827541?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3142733525096827541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=3142733525096827541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/3142733525096827541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/3142733525096827541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-30-would-i-want-to-be-famous.html' title='Journal #30 (would I want to be famous?)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-3326183568630403204</id><published>2007-11-14T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:07:40.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #29 (The new kitchen)</title><content type='html'>Man i cant wait until my parents finish adding on to our house. Its going to be so beautiful. I cant believe that I'm really excited to get this bran new huge kitchen built. So that i can wash dishes in it. That's a big deal, because God knows that I hate washing dishes with a passion. But maybe this is a way to get passed this burning hatred of doing dishes. I guess will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-3326183568630403204?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3326183568630403204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=3326183568630403204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/3326183568630403204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/3326183568630403204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-29-new-kitchen.html' title='Journal #29 (The new kitchen)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-1045681810652265120</id><published>2007-11-14T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:01:23.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #28 (Britney Spears)</title><content type='html'>Performer Britney Spears is what we call in the hood a ghetto muss. I understand that she was been going through a lot over the past maybe two and a half years, but it just really sucks that her two beautiful sons are in the middle of all this. Truly, i believe that someone needs to knock some sense in to her. Obviously everyone hears and sees her putting her sons in danger but her. And that's not okay. I think Britney spears needs to go off somewhere, were she can get away from all the everything and really get her life back on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-1045681810652265120?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1045681810652265120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=1045681810652265120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/1045681810652265120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/1045681810652265120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-28-britney-spears.html' title='Journal #28 (Britney Spears)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-5560082470454148634</id><published>2007-11-14T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:01:39.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #27 (What ever happens, happens)</title><content type='html'>Today must does are cleaning the house and getting my cloths washed. even though the must do should be homework, its not right now. My wanting to dos are going out chillin with my family and friends. Because when we get together we have the time of our lives laughing, make jokes and whatnot. I don't really have any hope to do activities. I don't really plan anything anymore. Now its mostly spar of the moment kind of thing. so what ever happens, happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-5560082470454148634?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5560082470454148634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=5560082470454148634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/5560082470454148634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/5560082470454148634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-ever-happens-happens.html' title='Journal #27 (What ever happens, happens)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-6981752101153095728</id><published>2007-10-21T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:20:59.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #26 ( Every Flag)</title><content type='html'>Today's world has become about more of pride and prays, than identification and singling with national and country flags. As said in the article Flag from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. I learned that back than, a lot of times during battles and what not. Flags were used for identifying the enemy's and for singling. Yeah maybe we still do that today but I think we are more about the beauty of the flags. And not what it stands for as a flag for whatever reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-6981752101153095728?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6981752101153095728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=6981752101153095728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6981752101153095728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6981752101153095728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-26-every-flag.html' title='Journal #26 ( Every Flag)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-6056865900902415623</id><published>2007-10-18T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:45:58.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #25 (The Best Thing So Far)</title><content type='html'>The best thing about this class so far is not having boring things that we have to write about. I feel that for me, starting out in a writing class with a boring topic, or a topic that is really narrowed down were you have to write about a certain thing. Makes me not to write at all, but off the back, in this class we started off writing about a topic that was so brood that you could talk about whatever you wanted within that topic of course. So to me that's pretty much the best thing about this class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-6056865900902415623?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6056865900902415623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=6056865900902415623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6056865900902415623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6056865900902415623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-25-best-thing-so-far.html' title='Journal #25 (The Best Thing So Far)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-1053188473689780244</id><published>2007-10-15T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:30:36.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #24 (Life in Prison)</title><content type='html'>This morning I came across an article about the convictions of one of the killers of the 2005 Subway murder of two teenage boys. This 18 year old boy, how at the time of committing this crime was 16. Was sentence to life in prison with no chance of prole. For me I believe that he desires it as will as the other two guys that were involved in it. It was wrong for what they did, but for what ever reason they decided to do it. It shouldn't have never happened. At least they aren't being let off the heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-1053188473689780244?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1053188473689780244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=1053188473689780244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/1053188473689780244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/1053188473689780244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-24-life-in-prison.html' title='Journal #24 (Life in Prison)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-7437675150320350319</id><published>2007-10-10T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:14:55.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #23 (Close your eyes)</title><content type='html'>As the days pass we offen forget about the natural beauties in life. We forget to stop and take in the day that we were blessed with once again. We forget to stop and look at the trees, the mountains, the sky, the stars and the natural beauty that's within ourselves.Why not stop and look at what we take advantion of everyday. Why not feel things for what they are meant to be. Why not give yourself the peace of beauty that can only be seized  by sight. Why not is the question, the answer is not that we forget, but because we appear to be under a spell that only a few have broughten away from. Close your eyes and there you will find that life is what not you see when they are open but when they are closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-7437675150320350319?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7437675150320350319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=7437675150320350319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/7437675150320350319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/7437675150320350319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-23-close-your-eyes.html' title='Journal #23 (Close your eyes)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-8764989052002261951</id><published>2007-10-10T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:43:40.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #22 (The harest thing about this class)</title><content type='html'>I feel that the hardest thing in this class is remembering and knowing the material we learn in the book. I think it's because its like learning a whole new language. I know these are things that I should have learned in elementary school and high school. But the ones that I attended, teachers were more about having fun, then teaching anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-8764989052002261951?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8764989052002261951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=8764989052002261951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/8764989052002261951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/8764989052002261951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-22-harest-thing-in-class.html' title='Journal #22 (The harest thing about this class)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-5249401857322135289</id><published>2007-10-10T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:31:24.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #21 (Terrorism drill in the Phoenix area)</title><content type='html'>Another terrorist attack is one thing that we don't want to experience again. But nevertheless its something that we such be somewhat prepared for. That is why next week Gov. Janet Napolitano  has issued a terrorism drill in the Phoenix area. She states that the biggest problem is communication. Which is now the main focus of the drill. I think this drill will be a really good thing for never state to do. It will save lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-5249401857322135289?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5249401857322135289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=5249401857322135289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/5249401857322135289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/5249401857322135289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-21-terrorism-drill-in-phoenix.html' title='Journal #21 (Terrorism drill in the Phoenix area)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-8842043118705069761</id><published>2007-10-10T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:07:59.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #20 (Plan crash killing 50 people)</title><content type='html'>An unfortunate plan crash occurred, October 4, 2007 in Kinshasa N'Djili, killing 50 people. The plan had taken off safely, but then during that time a mafuntion happened. Resulting in the plan crashing, first into a market and then coughing on fire. what I don't understand is how is it that more and more plans are crashing. Is it that we are not paying attention to what and how things are being built. Or this is more serious, concluding that we are all in danger of something that is to come. And just don't know it. They say it safer flying then driving, well I guess not so much anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-8842043118705069761?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8842043118705069761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=8842043118705069761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/8842043118705069761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/8842043118705069761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-20-plan-crash-killing-50-people.html' title='Journal #20 (Plan crash killing 50 people)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-5334426372071563206</id><published>2007-10-03T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:01:40.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #19 (Still good)</title><content type='html'>In this course, so far its going really good. I feel that I have been learning a lot in the past weeks. Since the last time I wrote about this course, I've come to a better understanding of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;using&lt;/span&gt; words in sentences, and why there are so many rules in writing. So right now I have no dislike, I like everything about this course. I just hope that things don't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt; in this class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-5334426372071563206?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5334426372071563206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=5334426372071563206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/5334426372071563206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/5334426372071563206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-19-still-good.html' title='Journal #19 (Still good)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-3180579571772744010</id><published>2007-10-03T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:53:19.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #18 (A man killed at a bus stop)</title><content type='html'>A man was hit and killed while sitting at a bus stop. And instead of witnesses helping him, run of with his bags of groceries I don't understand why anyone would now try and him someone that's in desperate need of help. I guess it just one of those things that will never have a really answer to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-3180579571772744010?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3180579571772744010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=3180579571772744010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/3180579571772744010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/3180579571772744010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/10/journal-18-man-killed-at-bus-stop.html' title='Journal #18 (A man killed at a bus stop)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-392456292372847050</id><published>2007-09-30T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T15:55:02.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #17 (The six Jena Students)</title><content type='html'>Today's articles was about the six Jena high school student s that were accused of second degree murder and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conspiracy&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt; second degree murder. At the Jena High School it was taped that six &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; American students ganged up on and beat down a White student that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;attended&lt;/span&gt; the same school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-392456292372847050?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/392456292372847050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=392456292372847050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/392456292372847050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/392456292372847050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-17-six-jena-students.html' title='Journal #17 (The six Jena Students)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-3316280123431507106</id><published>2007-09-30T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T15:04:47.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #16 (Life was Fearful)</title><content type='html'>I always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;draped&lt;/span&gt; of coming this far in life but I never really thought I would get here. I always went through school trying to prove to everyone that I can do it. That I can learn and do everything everyone else can, I just always had to try harder in everything. Everyday there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; that I had to face, fearing all of them. And I fought hard, knowing that the next day would bring me closer to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;achieving&lt;/span&gt; the goals I had for myself than. I 'm proud of myself that I didn't let life tar me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-3316280123431507106?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3316280123431507106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=3316280123431507106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/3316280123431507106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/3316280123431507106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-16.html' title='Journal #16 (Life was Fearful)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-9084470113018597354</id><published>2007-09-26T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:39:30.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #15 ( A night to remember in Central Park)</title><content type='html'>A walk in the park, is beautiful. A marriage proposal  brings tears. But getting engaged and seconds later robbed at gunpoint is remember able.  A couple of six months, Luke Jacunski  and Mami Nagase, lived this horrific event the night of September 25. When Jacunski gets on one knee and pops the question, and end up losing $125 and a Rolex. So instand of going off to a romance dinner to celebrate their engagement. They spend the night at the police station, looking at mug shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-9084470113018597354?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/9084470113018597354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=9084470113018597354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/9084470113018597354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/9084470113018597354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-15-night-to-remember-in-central.html' title='Journal #15 ( A night to remember in Central Park)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-440695408675142361</id><published>2007-09-26T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:06:10.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #14 (A not so good plan)</title><content type='html'>A plan that I came up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt; was of course, had to do with me being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sneaky&lt;/span&gt;. For the whole weekend I planed on watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; moves, and listen in on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; plane for my birthday. But that didn't work out so will this time. They led me to believe that they were was only going to be a cake. But a day before, totally surprised me. By my family tagging up my room with birthday stuff. And my friends tagging up my car was some more birthday stuff. I don't know what happened, I am always the one that knows everything that goes on in our house. I guess I'll have to get better at my game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-440695408675142361?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/440695408675142361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=440695408675142361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/440695408675142361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/440695408675142361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-14-not-so-good-plan.html' title='Journal #14 (A not so good plan)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-515905041180407103</id><published>2007-09-25T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:41:00.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #13 (Dairy Queen)</title><content type='html'>My favorite commercial would have to be this kind of old Dairy Queen commercial. There are two guys setting outside a Dairy Queen, eating a Blizzard. And out of nowhere they buss out with this crazy beat. I thought it was so funny. I think it was because it reminded me of my family. We do that kind of thing all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-515905041180407103?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/515905041180407103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=515905041180407103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/515905041180407103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/515905041180407103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-13-dairy-queen.html' title='Journal #13 (Dairy Queen)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-8111756148010858668</id><published>2007-09-25T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:04:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #10 (South Africa's Heritage Day)</title><content type='html'>For today's article I read about South Africa's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heritage&lt;/span&gt; Day, that they celebrate every year on September 24. There are so many different kinds of heritages, and beliefs in South Africa. That people that live in South Africa all come together and celebrate everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-8111756148010858668?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8111756148010858668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=8111756148010858668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/8111756148010858668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/8111756148010858668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-10-south-africas-heritage-day.html' title='Journal #10 (South Africa&apos;s Heritage Day)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-6569410948392141862</id><published>2007-09-24T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:19:08.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #12 (Terrorist Cracked down at UA)</title><content type='html'>At the University of Arizona, web researchers are giving there time to track down what they think might be terrorist Web sites. It is said that these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Terrorist&lt;/span&gt; have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;using&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to teach followers how to build bombs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Officials&lt;/span&gt; are reporting that new terrorists websites are appearing every day now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-6569410948392141862?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6569410948392141862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=6569410948392141862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6569410948392141862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6569410948392141862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-12-terrorist-crack-down-at-ua.html' title='Journal #12 (Terrorist Cracked down at UA)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-29489802468205484</id><published>2007-09-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T08:00:53.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 11 (Flagstaff)</title><content type='html'>For me, the most spectacular place I have ever seen was Flagstaff. I don't know what it is about that place. The mountain, the sunsets and sunrises are just so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. Ever time it takes my breath away. It's almost like your in this painted picture. But a new one ever time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-29489802468205484?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/29489802468205484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=29489802468205484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/29489802468205484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/29489802468205484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-11-flagstaff.html' title='Journal # 11 (Flagstaff)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-7766316107394675761</id><published>2007-09-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:00:58.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #9 (text messaging being banned)</title><content type='html'>I read an article talking about banning texting messaging while driving. For the most part I totally agree with Phoenix passing this law. I believe that having a law that bans texting, is making driving on the roads a little safer. I think that it was unfortunate that officials began to put their foot down, when a deadly accident, the cause being texting, accrued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-7766316107394675761?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7766316107394675761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=7766316107394675761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/7766316107394675761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/7766316107394675761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-9-text-messaging-being-banned.html' title='Journal #9 (text messaging being banned)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-6597935401542801887</id><published>2007-09-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:04:10.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #8 (So far it's good)</title><content type='html'>So far in this course, for me there are some like and dislikes. But over all i think this course is helping me a lot. what I like about this course is that I'm in the process of become a better writer. Well okay, maybe I really don't have any dislikes because right know I can't think of any. But I do wish that I had more time in the days to get things done on time. Its been getting harder, but I hope that I can stick with it and start to control my time better. For the sake of all my classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-6597935401542801887?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6597935401542801887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=6597935401542801887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6597935401542801887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6597935401542801887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-8-so-far-its-good.html' title='Journal #8 (So far it&apos;s good)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-4082053583444618875</id><published>2007-09-17T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:09:43.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #7 (Something I noticed about myself today)</title><content type='html'>Something that I have notice about myself this morning is that I've been thinking a lot about the person I'm really am. And the person that I appear to be through others eyes. I have realized that who I want to be, around certain people, I can't for some reason or another. I've been trying to figure why that is. I don't like the fact that I have to be two different people. There is a side of me that is really loud, outgoing, funny, who loves to perform and be apart of anything that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt;. And then there's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;other side&lt;/span&gt; that is really shy, who has this big phobia of speaking to others face to face, talking in front of a lot of people, and has a hard time getting points across. Maybe I only feel like I have to be this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-4082053583444618875?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4082053583444618875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=4082053583444618875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/4082053583444618875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/4082053583444618875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-7-something-i-noticed-about.html' title='Journal #7 (Something I noticed about myself today)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-4703915344281162530</id><published>2007-09-13T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:11:47.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #6 (Threating' graffiti at Gilbert High)</title><content type='html'>I choose to read the article "Threatening' graffiti found at Gilbert High" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stating&lt;/span&gt; that 2 young boys found a gun on their way to school and took it on school grounds. I felt that these kids should have known better. They should have went right to the police or even the principle right away. They should have known that they would get in a lot of trouble, even before picking it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-4703915344281162530?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4703915344281162530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=4703915344281162530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/4703915344281162530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/4703915344281162530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-6.html' title='Journal #6 (Threating&apos; graffiti at Gilbert High)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-1162572802997855962</id><published>2007-09-13T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:04:51.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #5 (President Bush)</title><content type='html'>I read an article about the president of the United States, describing what roles they gain well serving their four or eight year term. Some of these roles include being head of the executive branch and the federal government, as well as commander in chief of the armed forces. Well reading this I started to think about what George Bush has done to be highly qualified for being all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;required&lt;/span&gt; to be the President of the United States. I believe that the current president could do a much better job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-1162572802997855962?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1162572802997855962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=1162572802997855962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/1162572802997855962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/1162572802997855962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/discussion-journal-1-president-bush.html' title='Journal #5 (President Bush)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-6652668549703584171</id><published>2007-09-10T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:08:32.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #4 (Would I really want to be famous?)</title><content type='html'>When I was younger I would always tell my parents that one day I would be famous. Either as a this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; singer or as an actress. Most people don't know that I'm a pretty go actor. Even though it's something I really like doing, i wouldn't want to be famous for that. I wouldn't want people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;invading&lt;/span&gt; my life just because other people want to know the days in the life for a famous person. Who people want to know only because they only see them as some type of a performer. But I wouldn't mind being famous for something that I have done that has made a great impacted on peoples &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe something like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bongo&lt;/span&gt;, who does all these things that has had a big impact on people, or like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt; with everything that she has done over the many years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-6652668549703584171?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6652668549703584171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=6652668549703584171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6652668549703584171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6652668549703584171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-4-would-you-like-to-be-famous.html' title='Journal #4 (Would I really want to be famous?)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-951463152938245924</id><published>2007-09-05T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:52:22.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #3 ( the dare)</title><content type='html'>I remember a time when I believe I was about 12 years of age, and was dared to do something that would go down in history of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;. Me and my best friend at the time was dared to get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caution&lt;/span&gt; tape, tape off the middle of the street of our block. And then have someone, that someone being me, lie down in the middle. As if it was some big crime sense that the police had just up and left. The neighbors freaked out and really called the copes. But before the police could get there we took everything down, ran and hide in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jungle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hiding&lt;/span&gt; spot. It was one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stupidest&lt;/span&gt; things I have ever did, but it was also the most remembered and exciting one ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-951463152938245924?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/951463152938245924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=951463152938245924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/951463152938245924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/951463152938245924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/09/journal-3-dare.html' title='Journal #3 ( the dare)'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-8570125710114843289</id><published>2007-08-29T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:10:39.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #2: Communication Skills</title><content type='html'>Its hard to say what my strongest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt; skills are, because I have struggled with this a lot. But i think that my somewhat strongest communication skill, is through writing. I feel that I can express myself a lot better then talking to some one face to face.  Other skills or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;talents&lt;/span&gt; that I have maybe that I have some leadership skills. Its very hard for me to sit back and have someone take over, in things that involve planning and so forth. As for talents I play the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piano&lt;/span&gt; and do a little acting in plays here and there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-8570125710114843289?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8570125710114843289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=8570125710114843289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/8570125710114843289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/8570125710114843289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/08/journal-2-communication-skills.html' title='Journal #2: Communication Skills'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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-5312104846911845761.post-6050074145596303212</id><published>2007-08-27T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T09:13:30.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #1: My Goals</title><content type='html'>I know for a fact that if I don't accomplish my course goals, it would make it very difficult to make my life long goals a reality. So my course goals are first and for most, is to learn as much as I can. To be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; in this class so I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apply&lt;/span&gt; it in my everyday life. By doing so I believe that it will help me accomplish my bigger goals. Like become a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enturpernur&lt;/span&gt; like others. I think this course is a good start to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;achieving&lt;/span&gt; these goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312104846911845761-6050074145596303212?l=phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6050074145596303212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312104846911845761&amp;postID=6050074145596303212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6050074145596303212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312104846911845761/posts/default/6050074145596303212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phylicia-fiddlesticks.blogspot.com/2007/08/journal-1-my-goals.html' title='Journal #1: My Goals'/><author><name>Phylicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653799590838691223</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></feed>
