<?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-9016546859462988206</id><updated>2011-12-07T19:47:14.925-08:00</updated><category term='Urban Outfitters'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Forever21'/><title type='text'>Seduction by Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-188180953726242549</id><published>2010-03-21T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:35:08.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life,</title><content type='html'>Isn't about being the coolest person in the sea of high schoolers,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't about smoking as much weed as you possibly can until you pass out,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't about hitting up as many girls in one night until your box of condoms is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about communicating with the ones you love,&lt;br /&gt;cherrishing the laughs and smiles upon your small face,&lt;br /&gt;and holding the ones you love near and dear to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people, sorry for the delay of posting recently.&lt;br /&gt;I am short on words and I think I know why.&lt;br /&gt;I met someone, but he's so hard to read and when I look at guys, I'm not looking for a book.&lt;br /&gt;I read books for that very reason.&lt;br /&gt;I ask too much from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 4th quarter, summer you are so near I can feel your heat on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to be a senior.&lt;br /&gt;This summer I will become a millionaire. Pah!&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Black Eyed Peas and they made my jaw drop.&lt;br /&gt;Gaga is next, I'm sure more than just my jaw is going to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to your seats, I have a feeling this last part of the school is going to be a rocky one.&lt;br /&gt;Scared. Nervous. Excited.&lt;br /&gt;I need a very good book to read, a list of books would be better.&lt;br /&gt;My lack of reading is almost as bad as my ability to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;What a pitiful life I am living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to see you Alice in Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me down.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll take &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;on a date and we can watch it together.&lt;br /&gt;Prom is 30 days away.&lt;br /&gt;Owasso? or Kelley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break left me in a fit of hangovers.&lt;br /&gt;Too many moneyless days.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough worked hours.&lt;br /&gt;Enough smiles and laughs to send me to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;I sit with a smirk on my face from this very week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-188180953726242549?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/188180953726242549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/188180953726242549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/188180953726242549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='Life,'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-2927202171054624923</id><published>2010-01-12T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:54:11.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Do you find it strange for a 17yr old boy to fall asleep looking forward to school? Do you find it quite ridiculous that a 17yr old in general would wake up with butterflies in their stomach because they're so excited to go to school? Has it ever struck you odd that a student strives to be taught and to go home with new information?&lt;br /&gt;If you answered yes, then I believe that I am doing the world a favor.&lt;br /&gt;All the above mentioned are taking place in my life at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop smiling and my stomach can't stop fluttering.&lt;br /&gt;My my my&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a bad grade on my Anatomy test. I guess this means that private school test are going to be a lot harder than my previous school...wait I already knew that I just wasn't there to be taught the information. Better luck next time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my speech today about "my life." Cliche. I've never understood that. I hate having to sum up my life in what? 3 minutes. Impossible I say! During the speech I slipped and said, "I don't play sports, all I really do is chill and party *awkward pause, glare from teacher* with my bible of course." Graceful save, phew. After the speech my teacher commended me for being an excellent speech giver and she is wanting me to join their competive forensics league. I have always had an interest. I think I just might take her up on this offer. Eh, I'll sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped and said the $#!+ word today. Oops, forgot I wasn't at public schools anymore. Everyone preceded to laugh as Sister Clark tapped her pencil against her desk in disappointment. I think she thought I was a goody-tooshoo. Joke right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide whether to quit work or not? I'm in such a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this reallly pretty lady that sits next to me. Her name is Rachel. I will approach with grace and poise though. Wish me luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I never once in my life have been so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very thankful for everything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Emily Snedden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-2927202171054624923?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/2927202171054624923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/2927202171054624923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/2927202171054624923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-8867675116402493131</id><published>2010-01-10T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:02:07.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Tea</title><content type='html'>I got the car, success.&lt;br /&gt;I recited my speech 35x.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to call in "sick" for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall and bought an $86 t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take back that t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I gave my dad a hug and watched tears come to his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I found an igloo in the middle of Wal*Mart parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;I did all my homework at a decent time.&lt;br /&gt;I started reading &lt;u&gt;Our Last Song.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...all in one weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one could fathom how happy and content I am with my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love falling asleep with a big grin on my face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-8867675116402493131?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/8867675116402493131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-tea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/8867675116402493131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/8867675116402493131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-tea.html' title='Sweet Tea'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-1603992092839368360</id><published>2010-01-08T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:08:22.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/S0gPMeKCQMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BoA7FQvVrU8/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424602458095763650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/S0gPMeKCQMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BoA7FQvVrU8/s320/smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOTHING&lt;/u&gt; WILL BRING ME DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-1603992092839368360?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/1603992092839368360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/teeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/1603992092839368360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/1603992092839368360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/teeth.html' title='Teeth'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/S0gPMeKCQMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BoA7FQvVrU8/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-3069581367279706606</id><published>2010-01-07T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:50:53.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REALITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/S0aOzcCdmDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2r1dG_bqAtA/s1600-h/mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424179815565334578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/S0aOzcCdmDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2r1dG_bqAtA/s320/mike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will meet you. Mike you're cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So lately I haven't been able to fully soak up what all has been going on. But in this moment I stand here with my head screwed on straight, my hands down at my side, and my life only looking up from here on out. I am now officialy a student of Bishop Kelley High School. Woo, Go Commets! I can only sit here with a smile on my face. This is how happy I am- :D! I feel like so many pieces to my puzzle have fallen in place these last few days, let alone hours. I couldn't be anymore happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for coffee with &lt;a href="http://shelbyisms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelby&lt;/a&gt; today. I thoroughly enjoyed my hour spent with her. We talked and talked. I could've talked longer, but she had to babysit her little nephew, that was until she realized she had locked her keys in her car. Bummer! Oh well that meant more time I got to spend with my love. I took her to my house and I granted her with her Christmas present (a little late, I know) and I also gifted her with many clothing items from previous thrift store adventures that I had bought and now I realize I will never wear them. Figured I'd give them to someone who'd get some use out of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I'm here to put my time and attention all into my studies. I know that this is what is going to make or break my future. I need to really buckle down, which I plan to do! I want to make my parents proud and I don't want them to regret spending all this money for me to get an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my acceptance letter for BK last night and I chose the topic: Name one person who has influenced you most in your life and explain. I wrote about my mother. She cried. I smiled. The end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy better buy me &lt;a href="http://www.bartlesvillehonda.com/used/Honda/2007-Honda-Civic-b81838ad7f00000100c26564766b9260.htm?useHistory=true"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; by the end of the week or I will not be a happy camper! What should I name it (I say it because I don't know if it'll be a boy or girl?) I'm thinking Silvester. My '92 Lexus will not make the 15mile trip to school everyday in this harsh weather. Actually it's not even harsh weather. It's only like 15 degrees. Put on a jacket and grow a pair! Anyways, buy me that and I will love you. Not that I don't love you already Fath. &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-3069581367279706606?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/3069581367279706606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/3069581367279706606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/3069581367279706606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality.html' title='REALITY'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/S0aOzcCdmDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2r1dG_bqAtA/s72-c/mike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-440872749502021744</id><published>2010-01-06T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:24:31.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pale Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/S0VtamnSZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aCABF4KFSPw/s1600-h/429697_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423861630046987986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/S0VtamnSZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aCABF4KFSPw/s320/429697_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to get back in the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;School, for me, starts Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous? Most definitely!&lt;br /&gt;Will they like me? I really really hope so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My nerves are overwhelming me...I will write once I get my life situated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for now I guess I'll keep rubbing Budha's tummy,&lt;br /&gt;I need all the luck I can get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-440872749502021744?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/440872749502021744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/pale-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/440872749502021744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/440872749502021744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/pale-face.html' title='Pale Face'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/S0VtamnSZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aCABF4KFSPw/s72-c/429697_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-7260731467708594494</id><published>2010-01-05T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:31:38.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCFFxidhcy0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCFFxidhcy0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of these days the world will open it's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;That day will be a glorious and liberating day.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm becoming more of a frequent blogger, as of late.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to make it on &lt;a href="http://shelbyisms.blogspot.com/"&gt;your&lt;/a&gt; frequent bloggers list.&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not from your school yard anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Exception? Maybe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big day! I go to officially enroll for BK.&lt;br /&gt;W0o! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finished all my exams as of today,&lt;br /&gt;W0o x2!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Possibility of a more thorough update later on in the day.&lt;br /&gt;Off to share a white chocolate mocha from the beloved&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks with my dear friend Shelby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goodbye chillenz'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-7260731467708594494?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/7260731467708594494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/7260731467708594494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/7260731467708594494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/inspiration.html' title='An Inspiration'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-9159323262910030365</id><published>2010-01-04T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:42:51.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing My Eyes</title><content type='html'>I drug my feet through the hall today to go back and take all of my exams from the previous semster; which at this point I'm not so sure I did all that flattering on them. Due to the fact that the 3 weeks I haven't been present at school probably didn't help my situation out all that much. I guess you could say my life has taken a turn lately and for once I feel like all this mindless weight I've been carrying around has vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently have said goodbye to a few friends. Goodbye to a holiday. Currently, Goodbye Owasso High School. I am in the process of enrolling at a private educational facility. Bishop Kelley. Yes, it is a catholic school and no I am not catholic. I bet you think that's odd, well you're not alone so do I. I feel like this is where I need to be though. My life has been nothing but madness at the current school I'm at. When I stumble into school everyday I dread going farther than my car. I for one do not think this is the way school should be. I want to look forward to going to school. Now that I am changing I'm so excited to go to school. I feel like I'm motivated and ready for a new challenge. Yes, as far as the academics go BK is much higher than OHS. I take this challenge on with my head on my shoulders and a few tylenol's in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deck the Halls with...too much family time! The holidays in December are a great time, but I for one got a little overwhelmed with the much unnecessary family time brought upon me. "Oh my, you look just like your dad." Ha, NO I DON'T ACTUALLY! I look like my mom, kthanks. (Atleast that is what I tell myself!) What did I get? Nothing worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolution: blog more, eat only white meat and much more healthier, and shoot much more with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my hat goes off to all you bloggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-9159323262910030365?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/9159323262910030365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/closing-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/9159323262910030365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/9159323262910030365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2010/01/closing-my-eyes.html' title='Closing My Eyes'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-4878600610166323417</id><published>2009-11-08T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:27:04.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a step back</title><content type='html'>One thing I need to do is take one giant step back and examine my life. I have been moving at such a fast pace that my life it chaos. To be bluntly honest, I'm not happy. I miss my best friend. My words are not makeing sense and I don't like it. &lt;br /&gt;[escape]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-4878600610166323417?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/4878600610166323417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-step-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/4878600610166323417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/4878600610166323417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-step-back.html' title='Taking a step back'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-4854143416294217732</id><published>2009-11-04T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:05:15.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Meets World</title><content type='html'>Life lately has sent me in a spiral and it's going down down down. So many things I'm faceing currently, I feel a 17 year old boy normally wouldn't face. I am questioning everything. My beliefs, sexuality, etc. My friends seem to be inexistent at the moment and it really feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I need to be inspired. I need to be left alone for a weekend so I can go to my grandma's and sit on the tire swing like I used to when I was 4. I want to go ride my grandma's tricycle with the cute little white woven basket latched on the front. I would ride that thing for miles. I want to hop from hay bale to hay bale until my legs feel like jello. There are so many things I desire at the moment. Did I mention I would very much like someone to come and sweep me off my feet! Hmm, highly unlikely. Optimistic? Pff. As I type this I am basking in the tunes of Adele and Sia. They always get my thoughts moving up in that big pink blob of matter in my skull. Lately I think a lot about how my life is going to turn out. I think about what and how my life is gonna be like in 10 years and I can't even seem to fathom how it's going to turn out. Hmm, I guess for now I'll just sit and enjoy day dreaming how I WANT it to turn out, sigh. Schooling this year has been quite a success, 4.0 baby..and that's about all I got going for me at this point. Pa.the.tic! I know! I wish my life had something exciting take over everyday. Then again, don't we all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog next month, haha I never blog. I'm going to get in habit though...atleast try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-4854143416294217732?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/4854143416294217732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/11/boy-meets-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/4854143416294217732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/4854143416294217732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/11/boy-meets-world.html' title='Boy Meets World'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-648741345211080183</id><published>2009-09-23T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:11:54.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Trash Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So as I sit in graphic design and feel a rush of creativity sweep me off my feet I stare in awe at the fashions on lookbook.nu; which my good friend shelby just so happened to introduce me to. I find it inspiring to see how so many young people are venturing out and exploring the creative world of fashion. Not only can they find inspiration in clothes, as do I, but they take it upon themselves to get a photographer to take pictures of hem in their uniquely put together outfits. I really admire that! It does happen to suck to live in such a close minded and secluded society. But me and a couple of my friends have found ways to use that to our advantage. Surrounded by farms and grass we seek creativity and art in places where most don't! I am just counting down the days until I venture off into the real world! Anyways, I stopped in to update because I haven't in quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Au revoir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;+This weekend I plan to tackle some thrift stores, all by my lonesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-648741345211080183?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/648741345211080183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/09/white-trash-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/648741345211080183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/648741345211080183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/09/white-trash-wednesday.html' title='White Trash Wednesday'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-6962541529178409095</id><published>2009-07-21T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:02:37.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatic? I'd say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So my last post I'd have to say that the dramatic side of my personality escaped, ek. I need to watch that. But none the less I am back to blogging in my spare time and trying to give all you blogging butterflies a taste of my personality and my life. Enjoy? Might have to try hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I got a job at Applebee's! *leap of joy* I desperately needed a job and so I came to the conclusion that a restaraunt job would have to suffice. No way, shape, or form am I making this my career though. I find working in the food industry to be utterly repulsing. But to work at Charm City Cakes would be a dream (the bakery of the ever so inspiring show, &lt;em&gt;Ace of Cakes&lt;/em&gt;). Although the good Lord did not happen to bless me with the ability to cook, bummer. So for that I'll just sit infront of the tv and drool in admiration towards all of their talents. I am not happening to be getting a lot of hours so the search for a new job awaits me. The source of a new job is undecided, no rush though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;School will be here before I know it and am I ever so excited! As much as I dread the early mornings and long stressful days I feel that I need to get back into the swing of things. Wakeing up at 12p.m. in the afternoon is just not doing much for me and I need some motivation in my life. So for that I would like to wish all of you AP'ers a "good luck" and I hope by now you guys have already began the long list of required summer reading. My AP classes are done for the rest of my highschool career. *sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close this ever so pointless blog with a farewell to all those who'd prefer a Starbucks coffee over an organic smoothie any day of the week. Don't get me wrong I'm all for eco-friendliness, but I mean come on now let's be realistic. &gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-6962541529178409095?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/6962541529178409095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/07/dramatic-id-say.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/6962541529178409095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/6962541529178409095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/07/dramatic-id-say.html' title='Dramatic? I&apos;d say.'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-7629011048116888637</id><published>2009-07-20T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:46:31.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIND MY BLOGS &lt;em&gt;ANNOYING;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you and so long blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-7629011048116888637?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/7629011048116888637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-when-people.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/7629011048116888637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/7629011048116888637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-when-people.html' title='I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE...'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-1793144026184831961</id><published>2009-07-11T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:59:50.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meaningful Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/SlinJfw6VAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NQW59k_NmR8/s1600-h/brother.sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357215538344514562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/SlinJfw6VAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NQW59k_NmR8/s320/brother.sister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;bashful yet adventurous. curious yet secure. young yet mature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Home; At last. I'd love to elaborate about what all has taken place in my life these past 2 or so weeks, but words on this blog just wouldn't be enough. I have had a few rough patches but I have come out with a better and more stable outlook on my life and situations similar to what I went through. I feel like in order to officially grasp the full effect of being blessed I need to volunteer myself at an orphanage. This I will do next summer. Summer of 2009 is almost come to a close. You would think I'd be sad, but I sure am not. I am excited and ready to get this show on the road. Graduation is creeping up too! I am so totally stoked. This summer I pretty much got a good glance and have come to acceptance withwho I am and who I've become. For that I give my self a big'ol high five. Tood-a-loo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-1793144026184831961?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/1793144026184831961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/07/meaningful-redemption.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/1793144026184831961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/1793144026184831961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/07/meaningful-redemption.html' title='A Meaningful Redemption'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/SlinJfw6VAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NQW59k_NmR8/s72-c/brother.sister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-1524825887973416716</id><published>2009-06-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:49:11.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M I S A N T H R O P E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/SjSLI6U3WWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wWrLSHwx5Nw/s1600-h/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347051642807605602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/SjSLI6U3WWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wWrLSHwx5Nw/s320/frustrated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This man looks on-edge and frustrated; I can very much relate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best Friend?&lt;/em&gt; Would someone please like to take the time to define those 2 words to the best of their knowledge. Reason why I ask is because I have discovered that throughout my 16 years of living I have had not such good luck with "best friends" or friends in general. It appears that I can be best friends, and when I say that I mean like 24/7 attached to hip, with a person approximately a whole school year. It seems now that we're in &lt;strong&gt;high school&lt;/strong&gt; though, that it is even harder to stay strong and keep the ball of friendship rolling. There is always something that will cause it to abruptly stop or eventually wear down to nothing but mere memories. I have this friend who I've been friends with since kindergarten. We have been friends through thick-n-thin and I mean we &lt;strike&gt;are&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;em&gt;were &lt;/em&gt;unseperable. It seems though that this summer our friendship has definitely worn down to almost nothing. I live in a seldom nice neighborhood where me and 3 friends have grown up and experienced many "firsts" together. It's almost like the sisterhood of the traveling pants except a co-ed version. Us 4 have faught, cried, and laughed until we puked, but now its like we're going different ways. Me and this one good friend are keeping in touch greatly though, so I mean I am surely happy at that. I know that this is life and there are going to be people who come and go, but it's all happening so fast I'm having trouble coming to grips with all of it. I know I'll be fine and I know I'll never forget the memories I've made and shared. It just hurts you know? If you can relate with me please say "I" aloud. It may appear as though I'm not taking any of the blame for all this, but honestly I know that many of these things would be fixed if I weren't so stubborn and unwilling. So for now I guess I will sit and dwell on what the future will hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-1524825887973416716?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/1524825887973416716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/06/m-i-s-n-t-h-r-o-p-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/1524825887973416716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/1524825887973416716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/06/m-i-s-n-t-h-r-o-p-e.html' title='M I S A N T H R O P E'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/SjSLI6U3WWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wWrLSHwx5Nw/s72-c/frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-1850365569544395882</id><published>2009-06-09T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:17:12.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bologna's First Name: Oscar.</title><content type='html'>Upon being awakened by the rents at such an early hour (actually it was 1 in the afternoon, but still) I realized that I really am wasting my day. Waking up late is a sign of laziness in some people's eyes, but in others its just a lifestyle. It is being able to relax and be one with your bed and sheets. If I ever have kids I will allow them to stay up into the dead hours of the night and sleep until the sun is just about to go back down. BUT, I will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; have kids and don't try to convinve me otherwise. The thought of a kid whining into the late hours of the night when I have to wake up at dusk to go to work makes me want to vomit. Therefore I will leave it up to the &lt;a href="http://www.duggarfamily.com/"&gt;Duggar's&lt;/a&gt; to replace my spot on Earth with one of their 18 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long awaited list of summer goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go thrifting (preferably with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488391709579906648"&gt;Shelbykins&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finnish &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/breakingdawn.html"&gt;Breaking Dawn.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a job!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take off in my car and drive and see where I end up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bike to the zoo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make new friends that I can count on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a part of a protest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work-out 3x a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488391709579906648"&gt;S&lt;/a&gt; at Casa Bonita.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where a bikini to a public pool/lake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.vegas.com/deals/?source=google&amp;amp;kw=vegas&amp;amp;cm_guid=1-_-100000000000000025815-_-2064765444&amp;amp;cm_mmc=google-_-High+Volume+Terms-_-Vegas+-+Exact-_-vegas%7C-%7C100000000000000025815&amp;amp;gclid=CP-pytGG_5oCFQoMDQod7U3Ndw"&gt;Vegas&lt;/a&gt; with Core.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Research colleges in Seattle &amp;amp; NYC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a photo shoot with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488391709579906648"&gt;Shel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erase the human species, blah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-1850365569544395882?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/1850365569544395882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bolognas-first-name-oscar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/1850365569544395882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/1850365569544395882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bolognas-first-name-oscar.html' title='My Bologna&apos;s First Name: Oscar.'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-3757972127163367842</id><published>2009-06-07T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:58:06.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Red Car Named Rosco</title><content type='html'>Friends, Romans, Countrymen lend me your ears...&amp;amp; the rest is history. This summer I have a list of things to accomplish, but by the looks of these first few weeks it doesn't look like I will be getting any of these things taken care of. I feel like I'm a pointless piece of matter placed on this Earth who is doing nothing productive with life. First and for most, I NEED A JOB. I have come to accept though that maybe I would be best suited at Wal*Mart. Heck who cares if it is labeled as 'trashy.' I have the hook ups and I can work nights and not see anyone. I am not very happy with mankind lately. I do happen to miss an ever so close friend of mine though. We are planning to meet this week. This makes me just want to jump right out of my seat. Summer was good for a total of 3 hours. Let's just say it got old fast. There I go again, complaining. I have been doing that often. I shall write about my adventure i share with my friend in the upcoming days. So until then I leave you to lurk at my ever so boring and uninteresting blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-3757972127163367842?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/3757972127163367842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-car-named-rosco.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/3757972127163367842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/3757972127163367842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-car-named-rosco.html' title='A Red Car Named Rosco'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-2714766409512414586</id><published>2009-03-26T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:02:38.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Outfitters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever21'/><title type='text'>It's Raining Cats and Dogs</title><content type='html'>Such a ridiculous saying I've come to conclude. This being that the possibility of it to physically &lt;em&gt;rain&lt;/em&gt; a cat or a dog is highly unlikely. Unless God feels that the need for more domestic creatures is necessary then I highly doubt it. Plus, if a dog or a cat ever fell on top of my head from the sky I would probably think the world was coming to an end and run, hide, or duck. I often wonder why it is exactly our past ancestors came up with such odd sayings. Hmph, I'm stumped once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relaxing day I do say. No homework, minus the mass amount of studying that has been placed upon my shoulders. I was not in the mood to fix my hair today, so I just left it down. Guess what it got me? A couple "Why did you cut your hair?" and a few "You look like you're 12." Great that's exactly what I wanted to come from a &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt; that I felt was much needed. My hair is fug though I must admit. I am contemplating on taking those pills that make your hair grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am resisting the urge to run outside, open my mouth, and down a few rain drops. I feel like I've grown out of that stage. Remember I'm 16 now and I'm supposed to be &lt;em&gt;mature&lt;/em&gt;, eff that. Plus, if I did decide to go open my mouth outside not only would I consume the much polluted water, but I would also get my clothes sopping wet and I am in no need of another shower for the day. Two thumbs up for the kid who has no fun in the Nazi jacket and 80s shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better scadaddle. Until next time; keep it cute or put it on mute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-2714766409512414586?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/2714766409512414586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-raining-cats-and-dogs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/2714766409512414586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/2714766409512414586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-raining-cats-and-dogs.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Cats and Dogs'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-8641130549252291692</id><published>2009-03-24T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:38:57.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainwashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night as the pitter pattering of the rain awoke me it made me realize how much I love rain. Rain is something that I wish existed everyday of my life. I sometimes wish that I lived in Forks, WA. Reasons being that it rains all the time there. Although that town is mentioned in the latest most raved about book &lt;em&gt;Twilight, &lt;/em&gt;I still feel like that town and I would sure get along quite swell. I myself read the first 3 books of that saga and got 1/4 the way done with the fourth and gave up. What a pitty. I am trying really hard to get my hands on a copy of &lt;em&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist,&lt;/em&gt; but it just so happens that the copy I was hoping to borrow has already been placed into someone else's hands, hmph. I may just have to go buy the book myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoping that Dallas would be somewhat of a success, it just happened to fall through on me. The town in itself is a phenominal place. I just feel like I wasn't there long enough to witness all of it. I hit up a great mall where I collected a few treasures. That being said I'd say that there was a small piece of gratitude in that area of the trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that school is back in session I am receiving this vibe from all the teachers that their classes are just going to be a sort of layed back class from here on out. That is until the EOIs come around and then it will be total mayhem, but I guess I'll just coast by until then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love spending time with people who are influencing me in very productive ways. It's always a bit of a relief to be surrounded by intellectually superior individuals. I have learned a lot from these people too. A dear friend just told me yesterday that the thing she loved most about me was how inquisitive I am. I took that to heart because I had never heard someome tell me that. Usually people find that about me to be utterly annoying. I have found that the individuals in my school are clueless though. I thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://philosophiesandthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for sharing that piece of information with me, I sincerely mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A recent photo shoot brought along many photos that I would like to share with you. My dearest friend of mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shelbyisms.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, took them. She did a very good job too. Although many of the pictures I am in are not the best, you can still see the essence being portrayed by the pictures. A barn that I fell in love with at first site was the set. I never even knew that love at first site existed. I don't believe it's something you can find in a human though, more so with an inanimate object I'd say. Take a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll177/pjm_photography/Beloved%20Barn/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; around and tell me what you think. Also be sure to commend my photographer for her great work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-8641130549252291692?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/8641130549252291692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/brainwashed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/8641130549252291692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/8641130549252291692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/brainwashed.html' title='Brainwashed'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-5177413332791716889</id><published>2009-03-16T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:17:57.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apple A Day...</title><content type='html'>My feeling of being unispired has caused me not to blog these past couple days. I have nothing going on. I keep watching all these shows about people who make it big in BIG cities and become succesful. I cringe at the thought of failing. I aspire to be something that will get me money. I would love to work with clothes because I feel like I have the "eye" for it. But lately I feel like there are so many &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; people at that than I could ever be. I hope I don't end up sitting behind a desk my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hair cut. It is quite unique and I would put a picture up of it if I had someone to take a picture of it. I look a lot younger, the only part that I don't like about it. I kind of regret doing it, but then I kind of like it. I miss not being able to swoop my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas in 4 days, inspire me please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;a href="http://shelbyisms.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; to take pictures of me also, asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-5177413332791716889?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/5177413332791716889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/apple-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/5177413332791716889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/5177413332791716889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/apple-day.html' title='An Apple A Day...'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-1199543156836394351</id><published>2009-03-12T04:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:44:02.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As The Rooster Crows</title><content type='html'>I woke up very early today so that I could actually get to to tutoring on time. Since I got up at the crack of freakin dawn I figured I'd do a quick blog before I got swept away to tutoring. The early mornings and I have become close friends lately. I meet her everyday around the same time it seems. Either to make up a test or to go to tutoring. She welcomes me with a gust of win or a sunrise. I just take it all in. I do steal her oxygen though, I feel bad for that. I will pay her back someday. I used to dislike the mornings a lot, but now I just soak it all in. I think this is a sign of maturity, phew. I got to go pick up my lady friend, I'll blog about my day later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a good day friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-1199543156836394351?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/1199543156836394351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-rooster-crows.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/1199543156836394351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/1199543156836394351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-rooster-crows.html' title='As The Rooster Crows'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-3347759022876706417</id><published>2009-03-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:27:10.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Full of Jell-o</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today's Obsession:&lt;/em&gt; Jill Pryce's Hair. I think I stared at it for like 5 minutes. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very achieving day with a girl that I don't hang out with too often. We finished our math, science, &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;made some pretty awesome Pi shirts. I happened to have a good day blogging community, just for the record. I am pretty sure I aced my Spanish test too, score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon a few complaints from the closet blogger I mentioned ealier. She has requested that i share her identity with you because she feels I'm ashamed of her. Her name is Courtney. A very good friend of mine. We dated from 4th grade to 7th grade and now we just kind of settled with being friends. It just worked out that way. I still have feelings for her, but the world can never know. Pff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty girl who I'm taking pictures of just caught on to the barn that I've blogged about before in my previous blogs. She happened to drive by and she knew exactly that that was the barn that I am in undying love with. She called me right after and I almost pee'd all over the place in Hobby Lobby. Gosh, I love that barn! I'm looking very forward to taking pictures in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm contemplating on starting the book Nick &amp;amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist. I have heard much good about that book so I figure I'll give it a shot. I'm not going to watch the movie until I finnish the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S P R I N G B R E A K : convincing my Dad to go down to Dallas for a couple days with a good pal Emily (mentioned her in a previous blog) and now that we &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; have our license I surely bet that my Dad will allow us to roam freely around that city. I have my fingers crossed! I am way excited. 2 more days. I am excited for many other planned events during SB also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be at school at 6:55AM for a much needed session of tutoring. FML! Oh well, I shall be very chipper by the time 1st period rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-3347759022876706417?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/3347759022876706417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/ocean-full-of-jell-o.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/3347759022876706417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/3347759022876706417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/ocean-full-of-jell-o.html' title='Ocean Full of Jell-o'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-957755159250526241</id><published>2009-03-10T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:35:32.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Gangster</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today's Obsession: &lt;/em&gt;Wearing overalls with one shoulder unhooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find today to be a good day. I am very proud of myself for taking &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; acing my math test in which I took without knowing the material all that well. Despite the fact that I failed my vocabulary test for english, I still give myself a pat on the back. My teacher's did pile on me a lot of work today, therefore I thank them very much for that. After school naps are such a beautiful thing. I wish I took them more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my really good friends just told me that she has had a blog for quite some time now. I am very much disappointed that she did not tell me. Ugh, &lt;a href="http://c0urt0l0gy.blogspot.com/"&gt;closet blogger&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades are creeping back up to where they should be. Slowly but surely. What a relief. Speaking of school I need to go do some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need a good book to read, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-957755159250526241?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/957755159250526241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-obsession-wearing-overalls-with.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/957755159250526241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/957755159250526241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-obsession-wearing-overalls-with.html' title='Paper Gangster'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-7015672466477681988</id><published>2009-03-09T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:02:29.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Starshine, The Earth Says "Hello."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today's &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Obsession: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Neon&lt;/span&gt; colored shoe laces, mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I swallow this delicious yet unfulfilling bowl of lettuce I ponder on the fact that I do not understand today's math. It is causing me much frustration. I really am looking forward to a weak of relaxation. Much of this break I plan on spending alone. I'll probably bundle up amongst the sheets of my bed and read a few books. I may even paint my room, hey that sounds like a good plan. Possibly invite a few friends over to have late night discussions on the tramp-o-line. I am in very much need of a break. *breathe* I will probably take a few pictures of a pretty girl holding a red balloon and in return she'll take some of me. I found this barn that I'm very much attracted to. It looks old and quite vintage. I stare at it every time I drive by it, sigh. My mom offered to buy it for me. I turned down the offer. I'd rather sit and admire its beauty from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the breeze that creeps through my hair as I walk around my still covered pool. I walked around it 3 times today. I figured a little exercise never hurt anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the doctor today. I'm on my way to being healthy again. In a sense I am happy, but then I am not. I don't want to stop. It's my way of relieving my stress. What do they suppose I do instead of that. I am fearful. Time to swallow this pill they've prescribed me, hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-7015672466477681988?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/7015672466477681988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-starshine-earth-says-hello.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/7015672466477681988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/7015672466477681988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-starshine-earth-says-hello.html' title='Hello Starshine, The Earth Says &quot;Hello.&quot;'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-588603931741845596</id><published>2009-03-08T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:50:26.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing For a Happy Trail</title><content type='html'>My girlfriend would really like to move to Portland, Maine. Her quite creepy obsession with that state has began to grow on me also. As much as I'd love to live in New York City I can see myself enjoying a small state like Maine. I hear that Portland is one of the top 10 safest cities in America too. If I ever decide to have kids I'd like to not have to worry about the mob harassing them. Although I do not want kids. I do not want a wife either. I want to live a life of freedom. Reasons why I do not want to partake of these things I could not tell you. I enjoy being alone though. A tourist I'd like to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish has left me in a fix I'd have to say. I find myself contemplating on whether or not to take Spanish 4 next year. I know that my parents are really encouraging me to take it and I think it'd be cool to be fluent, but when I think of it from a realistic stand point I realize that 55 minutes 5 days a week is not going to get me fluent. I find the language to bore me now. I used to enjoy speaking it, but now I dread it. I do like my spanish teacher though. He's a character to say the least. Although I don't think he's all that fond of me. I love that class. I've made so many close friends just because of that class. Is the suffering of Spanish 4 and a B on my transcript really worth it? Hm. I'll ponder this subject until enrollment comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interest in photobooths has increased greatly since yesterday. Whoever invented those needs a pat on the back. I'll meet him someday. You just hope that the 4 chances you get to take creative pictures turns out right. I hate waiting for them to print though, especially when you're in dire need to spend that wad of cash you have tucked away in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I'm ashamed of and only a couple people know about it. I'm afraid if people find out I'll be looked down upon. I don't want my school to think differently of me. I know they're going to notice sooner or later. I fear the day that they send me to that awful place. I need someone to talk to. Someone who won't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-588603931741845596?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/588603931741845596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/marry-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/588603931741845596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/588603931741845596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/marry-me.html' title='Wishing For a Happy Trail'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016546859462988206.post-4781894639877157432</id><published>2009-03-08T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:23:15.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Keep My Food In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/SbR8NhF7CvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YNU8042zbUo/s1600-h/gingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311006432240012018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/SbR8NhF7CvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YNU8042zbUo/s320/gingers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanda and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My psychology teacher saw this picture and poked fun at it. I really dread that class. It's partially the reason why I've brought on this illness that I can't seem to get under control. When Mrs. _______ saw this picture she thought that I was the one with the firey hair. Is she completely dumb? I mean it's a girl for one and number two I DON'T HAVE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; HAIR! She always has some sort of comment to make about what I choose to wear, if she wants uniforms she should make a petition for them. Am i the only person who finds this "so-called" teacher to be slightly arrogant and immature. She's like 52 and she trys to act like all of us kids. Did she not have a good enough high school experience or something? Because it sure does seem like she's trying to live her life through her students. I mean come on her best friend IS a student. Ugh! &lt;em&gt;Enough with my griping; onto my amazing weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shelbyisms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelby&lt;/a&gt; and I had a great time thrifting for a wopping 8 hours. I did find some treasures though and a sticker. Oh my, the sticker. The best 3 dollars I've ever speant. I got a very neat sweater and some pretty cool shorts. Oh and I got hit on by a creepy kid who was trying to make me steal, vomit! If any of you witnessed me and that dude fighting in Forever21 you all know that &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; came out with the scarf. Score for Parker. A slight shopaholic I'd say. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Shelk. Our topics of conversation ranged from politics to if we liked coffee or not. We do happen to agree on a lot of things though. I know we will have many more adventures to come. We're planning on a trip to OKC soon enough. We've already plotted many ways to sneak around our parents. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a "blast to the past" day today! Emily and I fulfilled many things we used to do when life was so care free. I had a beautiful time with her. We cleaned her car and mine, so now they're all shiny clean. We rode our bikes for approximately 7 miles. The weather was so beautiful out I just couldn't resist. I really enjoyed how we sprung our clocks forward too! I got more time to bask in the sunlight. We went to Chili's and got way too much food. I hate eating, that's why I never do. Emily's my bestfriend, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So there you have a very interesting weekend. As for my first blog you can tell I'm an ammature at all this. I will get better though. There's always room for improvement, aeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016546859462988206-4781894639877157432?l=parkeeezy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/feeds/4781894639877157432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-keep-my-food-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/4781894639877157432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016546859462988206/posts/default/4781894639877157432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkeeezy.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-keep-my-food-in.html' title='Can&apos;t Keep My Food In'/><author><name>Parker McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05829485736388932406</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/-OD_vEgL24o8/TuAzNJLuLiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6p8fgTrmfGo/s220/iPhoto67.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-h_g02o0UVI/SbR8NhF7CvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YNU8042zbUo/s72-c/gingers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
