<?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-7224452640937131228</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:23:36.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Go to Seek a Great Perhaps</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandjackson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224452640937131228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandjackson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024247359864826643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1p5DZv1i8/SSO_sHUHPSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FfaQp7gsfqM/S220/mewaterfall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224452640937131228.post-4292183257937733845</id><published>2009-01-28T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:08:16.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoken Word</title><content type='html'>I went to go work the door of the poetry slam last night for Wonder Dave, and in hearing all of the poets perform a thought occurred to me, "Hey-I could definitely see myself doing that." I've been to a few of them before, and have the same buzz of emotions each time as I leave. It's a goal that I'm going to set for myself, that in the next few months I will write something that I deem worthy of being performed and get myself on a stage somewhere to perform it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I've always gotten stage fright when getting on stage, from middle school when I had crappy roles as "random town person #23", to speech in high school when I'd get up 3 times every Saturday and perform a 6 minute poem, to even getting up in front of the audience at the beat and reading a page from Robo-Cop. It's something that I'd really like to work past, and do what it takes to approach the stage in a confident manner, and I really think that spoken word would be a great outlet for me to do it with. We'll see where it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224452640937131228-4292183257937733845?l=amandjackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandjackson.blogspot.com/feeds/4292183257937733845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224452640937131228&amp;postID=4292183257937733845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224452640937131228/posts/default/4292183257937733845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224452640937131228/posts/default/4292183257937733845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandjackson.blogspot.com/2009/01/spoken-word.html' title='Spoken Word'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024247359864826643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1p5DZv1i8/SSO_sHUHPSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FfaQp7gsfqM/S220/mewaterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224452640937131228.post-4500581381252504973</id><published>2008-11-18T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:38:55.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad boy, Bad boys--What ya gonna do?</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging! Let's see what happens. I don't know if this will be read, but we shall find out. Perhaps, Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I think that I've finally gotten into the loop of college, understanding what is expected of me by the university along with my self-expectations. I realized that sleeping through classes, and rarely studying is not going to make me happy, and I've found out that getting back a paper with a nice remarks on it feels really great. I am hoping that it's not too late in the semester to salvage everything--especially when it comes to the rough topic of astronomy--if I ace the final, I will pass the class, and really...how complicated can stars, planets, and the sun be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm sitting in my dorm, with my roommate watching mildly amusing television, waiting for "Cops" to come on at 12:30, (yes, we are cool enough to tune into cops on a regular basis--it provides humor that is cheap, but funny nonetheless).  I'm almost embarrassed to admit this, but as a young child, around the age of 2 or 3--cops would come on the television at some point each evening, and I've been told that I would routinely run around the entire house (naked) screaming the theme song at the top of my lungs. I was a child, so it was forgivable (although I'd almost like to see an 18 year old running around the house naked singing the cops theme song...but that's another blog...for another day). I have a habit of getting horribly off-topic. We are watching cops. We are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I've been realizing lately how ridiculous most commercials are, seeing the things that advertisers will do to try to be different, to catch attention, and sell whatever it is they want me to buy. Example? Those damn Comcast commercials, you have to know the ones that I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Cops Update: 9:19pm-Suspicious Activity&lt;br /&gt;                                      -Cop smacks suspicious activity with flashlight, they roll around intimately&lt;br /&gt;                                      -Handcuffs are placed&lt;br /&gt;                                      -Suspicious activity states "Why you Juking on me"--hmm?&lt;br /&gt;                                      -"You got a taser?"--Says Mr. Cop&lt;br /&gt;                                      -"You're going to jail"--Mr. Cop&lt;br /&gt;                                              "Why?"--Suspicious Activity&lt;br /&gt;                                             "Put him in the car" (Doesn't answer the question)&lt;br /&gt;                                     -3 Heavily accented women scream their side of the story&lt;br /&gt;                                      -"You are intoxicated in public"--Mr. Cop (Closes door dramatically)&lt;br /&gt;                                      -"Do you remember reaching for my gun?"-Mr. Cop&lt;br /&gt;                                           -"No, why the fuck would I do that"-Suspicious activity&lt;br /&gt;...those cop bastards always win. I'd like to see a scenario on here in which the suspicious activity wins. That will be the day. Enough on the law. This is my comedy fix for the evening, since six ring didn't happen this week, and as a broke college student couldn't afford to scope out anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I've been creating a lot of parallels between myself and Penny Lane. There may be no real comparison there, but I feel as if recent events of my life seem to point to the chain of events, but the band is replaced with something else, and I don't really have a William Miller, per-say. But the comparison is there, underlying perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This ends my first blog. I hope the Cops Summary was well-enjoyed. Goodnight, Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224452640937131228-4500581381252504973?l=amandjackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandjackson.blogspot.com/feeds/4500581381252504973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224452640937131228&amp;postID=4500581381252504973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224452640937131228/posts/default/4500581381252504973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224452640937131228/posts/default/4500581381252504973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandjackson.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-blogging-lets-see-what-happens.html' title='Bad boy, Bad boys--What ya gonna do?'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024247359864826643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1p5DZv1i8/SSO_sHUHPSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FfaQp7gsfqM/S220/mewaterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
