<?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-1732344657892281723</id><updated>2011-04-30T22:16:04.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful World of Brad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-2958591951638923331</id><published>2007-08-15T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:56:39.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the gifts of my life…</title><content type='html'>So you know how there are people that are just natural good at something?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So people are natural gifted with writing, others are great with music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are many gifts that people have in life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have learned that one of the things that I am just good at is games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This I am sure comes as no surprise to many of you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, not only am a good at games in general, but I’m usually pretty good video games as well.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prior to moving to Provo I really had cut back on my video game play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After moving here I had pretty much completely stopped, that was all until about a month ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About a month ago I got two new roommates.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both of them like to play a game called Halo 2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I have never played the game I know that it is a pretty popular game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Golden Eye was to the N64, Halo2 is to the X Box.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only difference is that with the X box you can play games against people on line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My roommate who owns the xbox 360 used to be hooked on it back in the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has been kind of fun to talk to him about being younger and wasting so much of your childhood over these types of games.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So after a month I have learned the ways of Halo. :)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has been fun to go from being the kid that we let play because his roommates are go to giving everyone a run for their money.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The picture is of me playing with a group in our apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once a week we get together and there are 8 of us (4 on two tvs) that play against each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This picture was taken at a Mario Kart night for Family Home Evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After everyone was done playing Mario Kart we played one game of Halo 2.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;When the picture was taken it was the score was 15-8-6-3, I was winning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ah, it is nice to be respected once again. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RsOSPea5LOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TNQXAJ2qDQg/s1600-h/fhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RsOSPea5LOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TNQXAJ2qDQg/s200/fhe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099079997675089122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RsOR5-a5LNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Tltsh2uSTpw/s1600-h/fhe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RsOR5-a5LNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Tltsh2uSTpw/s200/fhe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099079628307901650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-2958591951638923331?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2958591951638923331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=2958591951638923331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/2958591951638923331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/2958591951638923331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-of-gifts-of-my-life.html' title='One of the gifts of my life…'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RsOSPea5LOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TNQXAJ2qDQg/s72-c/fhe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-2060620721961191603</id><published>2007-08-13T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:39:22.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, so I was going to make a posting of my fun adventure of 2 weekends ago last week at the Toby Keith concert.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also had a few other things I was working on (aka Pari’s E-mail) but last week I got deathly sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, so it may not have killed me but it took me out for a good 3 days, and I’m still not at 100% almost a week later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I have to say is there is not much more humbling in life than getting sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes you slow down and realize how nice it is to be healthy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another interesting observation I had was that when you are sick and are having problems with you stomach, you don’t get hungry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was amazed on how after only eating a little less then a sleeve of salt teens, about a handful of cheerios, and 4 leaders &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of Sprite&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in about 48 hours can keep you feeling&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;full when you are sick.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By now my stomach is better and acting more in control; however, I still find myself rather week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I plan on finishing those things I wanted to before I got sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hope life is treating all of you well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-2060620721961191603?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2060620721961191603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=2060620721961191603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/2060620721961191603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/2060620721961191603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/08/week-of-recovery.html' title='Week of Recovery'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-7727549911063548082</id><published>2007-07-24T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:32:04.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stocking shelves is fun… Having a stocker, not so much</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of you may remember that one of the jobs I had right before my mission was as a night stocker at Dick’s Market.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact I loved to say that I stocked at night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I loved that job, have a stocker is real life… is not as fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I have made a good amount of friend while I have been up here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the girls who is my FRIEND (and is now pushing that) I called the stocker massage girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said it as a joke but it became a self fulfilling title.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I should have known something was up when I felt that I had to go in and out of the back of my apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first I thought that I was just being paranoid, but then I thought about it and thought that it was probably best that I didn’t let her know where I live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Sunday (2 days ago) I was talking to my roommate about her telling him that, “she would be the kind of girl that would just stop in all the time”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that night after taking a 2 hour nap I woke up to find my roommate playing a video game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sat on the sofa watching him play Mario 3 for the NES and trying to wake up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of the sudden there was a knock at the door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got up to get it and I heard a girl ask if Brad was there.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It was one of the moments that you think you yourself, “I know that voice… and that is not a good thing”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yep sure enough it was stocker Sally and her new roommate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So they came in and sate down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to make sure I was a wake and that this was not some kind of a nightmare I was having.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sally was so happy that they had found out where I lived.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wanted me to guess how they found it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had told her that I lived in this apartment where this old angry couple live when she asked before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She proceeded to tell me that she saw which mail box I got my mail out of, and got the number off that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya, she earned the title of stocker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So they were at my house for 15 minutes and 3 of the 4 roommates had met them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of my roommates said he was going to be taking off to go to someone else’s apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sent him a text that said, “I need your help.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then said to me, “what do you need.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kind of acted like I didn’t know what he was talking about and then a minute later I texted him, “take me with you”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He walked out of the room and a minute later came back in and said to me, “are you ready to go home teaching, Brad?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blessed home teaching… to bad I had already gone for the month, but when I had a way out I was going to take it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ended up going to the kids house for 20 minutes until I had to go something for someone I home taught.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was funny because the roommate that was playing Nintendo later told me that the two girls stayed at our place for over 15 minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was going to say he was going to go to bed to get them to leave and just turn off the TV, but he was scared that one of the would turn off the Nintendo and he was on &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;World 6 with no warp whistles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All and all it has been an interesting experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not to much of a fan about it, but it makes a great story.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-7727549911063548082?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7727549911063548082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=7727549911063548082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/7727549911063548082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/7727549911063548082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/07/stocking-shelves-is-fun-having-stocker.html' title='Stocking shelves is fun… Having a stocker, not so much'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-8711304884170277404</id><published>2007-06-22T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:29:44.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week of Contest</title><content type='html'>So, this past week as been the week of contests for me.  It all started Tuesday night.  At nine a clock they have this thing called "the buck off" on K-bull 93, a country radio station.  They play two songs and you chose which one should stay and which one should go.  So there is this song by Carrie Underwood "I'll stand by you" that has been winning lately.  I'm not to big of a fan of the song so I tried to call in and let it known.  It is after 9 PM so the calls are free.  Any ways I finally get through and the guy asks me who I would like to vote for and I replied, "I think you should buck her off."  Needless to say that made the guy on the radio laugh.  He liked it so much he had be start over because he was not recording.  So we did a retake but there was a different ending.  I informed me that I was caller number 93 and won tickets to a Diamond Rio concert in August.  Needless to say I was shocked.  After a second of thinking about it, I realized, it is not what you know but who you know.  If I had been caller 93 he would have been recording me from he get go.&lt;br /&gt;So Thursday 9 PM rolled around and I was just getting off work.  Carrie was   still on top going against Taylor Swift and "Tear Drops on My Getare."   So I called in again to try and off Carrie.  It took a few minutes of trying but it started to ring, and ring and ring.  Finally the guy picked up and I had a little fun asking, "How is my girl Taylor doing?"  We joked around for a minute and then he informed me that I was... caller 93 and has won a pair of tickets to Diamond Rio.  For the record I was not trying to win, I just wanted to off Carrie.  Any who it was a different D-J filling in for the night.  Needless to say Jason Vilos won a pair of tickets to Diamond Rio  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/Rnxex_XCSrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/20gk5Hq48SA/s1600-h/Pie+eating+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/Rnxex_XCSrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/20gk5Hq48SA/s200/Pie+eating+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079038692681730738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So on Friday, someone two else over came up to me and asked me if I wanted to be in a pie eating contest. I like pie and all but I had eaten lunch at 12:20 came into work and one and in the space of an hour ate 2 bagels.  I was stuffed.  I was thinking that I would be set, for most of the night.  So I get roped into the pie eating contest because the other guy was fasting.  I was thinking that I would be one of 8 people so I could just sit back and watch everyone else go to town and just go slow and enjoy myself... ya, that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;So we went outside and I found out that I was only one of four people who would be eating pies and that each person represented a department. When I found that out it made the competition start to get to me, then I that we had banana cream pies. When that was announced, I heard Jeremy say to Zack (the man representing their department) "you got this one won." When I heard those words come out of my brother's month, I think that put me over the edge, I was going to win this thing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RoGuZWXeZLI/AAAAAAAAACE/eCr3kkqRPrk/s1600-h/Pie_eating_010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RoGuZWXeZLI/AAAAAAAAACE/eCr3kkqRPrk/s200/Pie_eating_010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080533605174633650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the two minutes went by and I ended up winning.  I had the whole pie eaten with about 20 seconds left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone started to catch up so I had keep going and I started to eat the crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun, and I won $10 in Bajio bucks… woo woo!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am also know now at work as- the pie eater in addition to Jeremy’s brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-8711304884170277404?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8711304884170277404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=8711304884170277404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/8711304884170277404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/8711304884170277404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/06/eat-banana.html' title='The Week of Contest'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/Rnxex_XCSrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/20gk5Hq48SA/s72-c/Pie+eating+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-2231175469883203338</id><published>2007-06-20T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:52:11.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnnHkPXCSqI/AAAAAAAAABs/d2y0LPUPUGs/s1600-h/M%26M.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnnHkPXCSqI/AAAAAAAAABs/d2y0LPUPUGs/s200/M%26M.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078309480249313954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So if I was an M&amp;M I figure this is what I would look like.   I found this website and it is kind of fun.  Go to &lt;a href="http://www.becomeanmm.com/"&gt;http://www.becomeanmm.com&lt;/a&gt; .  It is fun and I want to see what everyone would like to look like as an M&amp;amp;M.  Post your picture in the comments area.  If you have any questions let me know.  You can just make it up and then there is a download button on the bottom of the screen that will then give you the option of saving it on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I like the red and the yellow, it makes it look more bright and happy.  I like the thick frames, I have been told I look good in glasses.  :)  I chose the soccer ball and the gloves because I was a golly back in the day.  I wish my hair could be that strait, but it curls.  All and all I think that's one good looking M&amp;amp;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-2231175469883203338?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2231175469883203338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=2231175469883203338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/2231175469883203338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/2231175469883203338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-would-you-look-like.html' title='What would you look like?'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnnHkPXCSqI/AAAAAAAAABs/d2y0LPUPUGs/s72-c/M%26M.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-2365536181419802331</id><published>2007-06-16T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:55:12.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a little older...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;So I had an interesting week last week. It all started off with FHE. I was in a car with a group of six other people and we were just having the conversation to get to know a little about each other. After being in the car for 10 minutes one of the girls in the back blurted out, “I am the grandma of the car, I’m the only one that is 23.” You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, it must have been the way she said it, but all of the sudden 24 seemed a lot older then it is. I really was not surprised. I had mentioned earlier that I was on my mission from 02-04 and half over half of the car graduated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; in 2004 or 2005. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnmefvXCSpI/AAAAAAAAABk/JyqB8-iKV8s/s1600-h/Me%26Julie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnmefvXCSpI/AAAAAAAAABk/JyqB8-iKV8s/s200/Me%26Julie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078264322963163794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So the rest of the week was filled with work, homework, and a little playing around. After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Wednesday and my class will all be over. Anyways, this past weekend I ended up going to Kaysville on Friday night and then Saturday night I spent some time back in Bountiful. It is amazing how everything seems so much smaller.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnmdK_XCSlI/AAAAAAAAABE/5HVz28j3wYQ/s1600-h/ss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnmdK_XCSlI/AAAAAAAAABE/5HVz28j3wYQ/s200/ss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078262866969250386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I hap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;pened to be up there to see the sun set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know, they really have some good sun sets up there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took some pictures while I was there but you really just don’t catch it all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well hope you enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; the view… I know I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oh, I wanted to get a thanks to Julie for letting me us her camera and sending me these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Here are a few more pics of Bountiful and the view-&lt;br /&gt;Click on them to make them bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnmdW_XCSnI/AAAAAAAAABU/iH55aiI-O9Q/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 87px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnmdW_XCSnI/AAAAAAAAABU/iH55aiI-O9Q/s200/DSC00817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078263073127680626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnmcjPXCSkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Zx3g0eySdIk/s1600-h/temp%26ss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnmcjPXCSkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Zx3g0eySdIk/s200/temp%26ss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078262184069450306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnmdR_XCSmI/AAAAAAAAABM/34vTGM05u-g/s1600-h/ss2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnmdR_XCSmI/AAAAAAAAABM/34vTGM05u-g/s200/ss2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078262987228334690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-2365536181419802331?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2365536181419802331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=2365536181419802331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/2365536181419802331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/2365536181419802331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/06/feeling-little-older.html' title='Feeling a little older...'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnmefvXCSpI/AAAAAAAAABk/JyqB8-iKV8s/s72-c/Me%26Julie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-1724488206209203984</id><published>2007-06-13T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:01:56.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An unpleasant surprise</title><content type='html'>Well the other week as some of you know I ended up going down to St. George to see my parents before they left for Alaska.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I left I noticed that the garbage in the kitchen full and about to over flow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My first thought was to take it out… but then I figured that I would be gone for the next few days and I would give that joy to someone else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well you can all see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleasant &lt;/span&gt;surprise that a waited me when I got back.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnCFHPXCSjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bn-cN2FTEtQ/s1600-h/Picture027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnCFHPXCSjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bn-cN2FTEtQ/s200/Picture027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075703139475278386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Other then this the apartment has not been to bad, and my roommates have been great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two of them are moving out this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both will be replaced with kinds who are 18 years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have started to feel old living here in Provo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-1724488206209203984?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1724488206209203984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=1724488206209203984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/1724488206209203984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/1724488206209203984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/06/unpleasant-surprise.html' title='An unpleasant surprise'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/RnCFHPXCSjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bn-cN2FTEtQ/s72-c/Picture027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-8099860961714977568</id><published>2007-06-08T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:35:39.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/Rmn_hfXCSgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HXd7kOJ95oI/s1600-h/Picture015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/Rmn_hfXCSgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HXd7kOJ95oI/s200/Picture015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073867406028458498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been pleasantly surprised to find out that there are a few people that do read this blog.  I had a comment that I should make an update every week, like on Sunday or something.  While that does sounds like an idea that I will be trying there is something that I wanted to post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work is Super Hero day and since I was one of the people that came up with the idea, I thought I should dress up.  Well I came up with a smile "hero" that I could be.  Just before I found out we were doing this after I cut my hair, which was to bad.  So for all of those who remember what I dressed up for this Hallowing it will come as no surprise as who I went as.  The one thing I did do this time that I didn't do before was I had a girl up mascara on my eye lashes... I looked so pretty  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured out how to send myself pictures from my phone so my will be getting a few of them now.  They are not the best quality, but you work with what you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/Rmn_lfXCShI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cyRpWbhP0_4/s1600-h/Picture017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/Rmn_lfXCShI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cyRpWbhP0_4/s200/Picture017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073867474747935250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-8099860961714977568?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8099860961714977568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=8099860961714977568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/8099860961714977568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/8099860961714977568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-i-have-been-pleasantly-surprised-to.html' title='Hero Day'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/Rmn_hfXCSgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HXd7kOJ95oI/s72-c/Picture015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-7614880397980907435</id><published>2007-05-15T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:50:06.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The place I rest my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I have the feeling that the only person that will read this blog of mine is Pari.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s see if anyone will prove me wrong?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So after entering my new humble abode I found myself with a chose, which room to take.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was one in the front left side, after looking in I saw a bunch of computer wires, a hub, and a router.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So with out any more hesitation I walked down the hall into another room where I unloaded my stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both rooms had full beds so that was the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I started to unload my stuff in the back right room I noticed that it had half the closet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I figured that I could handle some wires and stuff for twice the closet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My concern with the other room is that it is right next to the kitchen so if there where ever any late night parties, my room might be right next to it all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other thing I did like about the other room is that it got more light during the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So after talking to the roommates I found that the net work stuff only works in my room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was a little worried because both the router and the hub have blinking lights on them and usually I can’t sleep with a lot of lights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ha, was I in for a surprise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love it how live can be so unpredictable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After meeting my roommates that whole party part is defiantly not a worry anymore, and nether is the blinking lights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Compared to lights out side my window, that flood into my room at night, the blinking lights are sparks next to a fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honesty, my room looks the same from about 9:30 p.m. to 10:00 a.m.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is kind of making my body feel a little confused.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am hoping to have some pictures up about some of the things that I am talking about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That way it would give Pari and anyone else who reads these entries a little more enjoyment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-7614880397980907435?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7614880397980907435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=7614880397980907435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/7614880397980907435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/7614880397980907435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/05/place-i-rest-my-head.html' title='The place I rest my head'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-5801998177607380971</id><published>2007-05-14T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:24:43.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Abyss… Welcome to Provo</title><content type='html'>Preface- This is the story of my first day I Provo after moving up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now although the name does sound gloomy, it is called that not because I don’t like it up but just because it fits the story the best.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    So after checking in to my apartment complex and getting all of my information for the apartment I would be living in, I found my apartment in the back corner of the apartment complex by the maintenance shed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found out that my apartment was 104 meaning it was on the bottom floor of the complex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I wanted down the stairs into my dungeon that would soon be my home, I noticed that there were a bunch of leaves in the stair way, a long with a half a dozen fliers for activates on the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On each door there is a clip that people can leave messages for the people in the apartments; on the clip on my door I saw the rest of the dozen fliers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember seeing on of the flier that was clipped on to the door for an activity back in October 2006.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The door to the apartment was lock, so I thought that the apartment must have been empty for the last semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well anyone who knows me knows this was not the case, and when I opened the door I found this was not the case.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    On opening the door the first thing I saw was a coffee table in front of a love seat and a sofa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the table was three dirty forks along with a few other things that where one that clean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was no plate or anything else, just the forks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The truly surprising thing was the next thing I saw in the room, an iron on an ironing board.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That seemed kind of random.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next thing that hit me was the smell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it wasn’t an over powering smell, but it was that not so clean smell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyone who has been in a guy’s apartment on a mission knows this smell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this moment I knew that I was not a lone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    All and all the apartment is fine and my roommates are great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Between the position our apartment faces, the growth out side, and being on the bottom floor we don’t get to much sun light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Between those factors and the blank walls, it helps to create the dark dungeon/abyss feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I think this is getting pretty long so I am going to wrap it up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I plan on updating this every other day or so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoyed the reading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you have any comments, let me know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-5801998177607380971?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5801998177607380971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=5801998177607380971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/5801998177607380971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/5801998177607380971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/05/into-abyss-welcome-to-provo.html' title='Into the Abyss… Welcome to Provo'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-6834695704949568049</id><published>2007-05-14T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:42:20.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright so now that I am done will all of my classes at &lt;st1:place&gt;Dixie&lt;/st1:place&gt; and I have a few things taken care of up here I am going to give this thing a go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have already has some wonderful stories that I would love to share.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On top of it all I am getting a camera phone so hopefully I will be able to get so pictures of some of the places add people to help make things more lively.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well that is all I have for an intro so I am going to get started with this thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-6834695704949568049?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6834695704949568049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=6834695704949568049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/6834695704949568049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/6834695704949568049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/05/into.html' title='Into'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732344657892281723.post-2806922260820711556</id><published>2007-05-03T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:35:33.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>It is a new low for myself. But I figure that if I do this I can count it as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journal&lt;/span&gt; too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732344657892281723-2806922260820711556?l=thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2806922260820711556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1732344657892281723&amp;postID=2806922260820711556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/2806922260820711556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1732344657892281723/posts/default/2806922260820711556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewonderfulworldofbrad.blogspot.com/2007/05/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Bradley J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-DOJeV0WT0/SbV3ZkyqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SUTwEH7dVco/S220/M%26M.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
