<?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-6204511</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:10:38.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuter With My Mouth Closed</title><subtitle type='html'>I was once told by a beatiful girl (who I adored for some reason), "you are cuter with your mouth closed."  So here I am, and my mouth isn't movin'...This is just a chance for those who find the interest to view my random thoughts and observations.   weeeeeeeee!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-108354076153355766</id><published>2004-05-02T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T19:39:38.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I began to post today because I had an idea of a post about people and how we interact with them in our life.  And it hit me....Why?Why to write such... obvious ... things?  I mean really.  I have no right to be writing. (thats really sounds funny in my head for some reason)  I took a flying leap away from a journal a long time ago.  This has never been the story of my life by any means.  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/108354076153355766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/108354076153355766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108354076153355766' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-108144311000628586</id><published>2004-04-08T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T02:24:45.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You ever been in that part of a book where the storyline has gotten kind of slow.  Even the best novels have there low points in the story, a lot of information but no action.  That's where reading starts to become very monotonous for me, and I can't concentrate.  I end up in a half conscience state and I read through an entire page and have no idea what it was about.  Everyone of us has done it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/108144311000628586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/108144311000628586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108144311000628586' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-108094079072547078</id><published>2004-04-02T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:23:30.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I am going to start writing again.  I don't know what or when, but me and Ben aren't getting are acts together like I thought.   I was excited about doing the writing thing with Ben, and it looks like I said good bye prematurely.  He has said goodbye to his site and and so has Chuck (Chase to you ladies) for some odd reason.  I think I am the only one left!!  Abby doesn't have much going on at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/108094079072547078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/108094079072547078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108094079072547078' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-108007000879725815</id><published>2004-03-23T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T17:23:01.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is goodbye.  I am picking up my bags and moving to a new online home with my friend Ben (details to follow).  So enjoy my last post....Well, as usually, I am facing a ton of homework today, and, instead of doing it, I have opted to write a post.  Aren't I funny?I have really jumped right back into the water after that oh to short break.  A computer science project and a current event </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/108007000879725815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/108007000879725815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108007000879725815' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107910589835097014</id><published>2004-03-12T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T10:41:29.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is just not fair!!  This has happened every time I have been home.  I finally have time to be lazy and chill infront of the "tub", but NOOOO!  Smallville is a re-run this week.  (sadness).  True this is an episode where Lana is up for a little skinnie dipping (happiness), but I have already seen the episode.  In other words, they don't show much skin.Hey, I may be Christian, but I am a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107910589835097014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107910589835097014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107910589835097014' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107895705378049748</id><published>2004-03-10T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:21:30.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so that fuzz from my belly-button is lint.  Right??(A different glimpse into my mind)Scary, isn't it?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107895705378049748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107895705378049748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107895705378049748' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107876531232996457</id><published>2004-03-08T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T17:18:00.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a little busy this week, running around preparing for Spring Break.  OH Yea!!But I am going to try and leave a quick post.  I have been posting these long and heavy posts lately.  They have been less personal then I wanted this site to be, and they are definitely preachy.  I thought I would try and break that trend.I have had writer's block this week.  A state, I believe, pre-Spring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107876531232996457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107876531232996457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107876531232996457' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107868347815519976</id><published>2004-03-07T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T13:25:53.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The WarWhat if I told you were fighting in a war and you didn’t even know it?You have been fighting this war since you were born.You have seen it everyday of your life.Your soul bares the scars of its battles.You are fighting a powerful enemy.You have won many battles.But you have lost many more.You are alone in this war.Yet you have no ally to turn to for help.Without aide you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107868347815519976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107868347815519976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107868347815519976' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107810533855544866</id><published>2004-02-29T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:45:13.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think my friend will mind, if I pass on to you an email that she sent me.  This was one of the few things that moved me today, and was suitable for a Sunday post.   We saw The Passion of The Christ together on Friday, and I guess it put the following prayer into perspective.  Email:hello brandon...So i found this in this book at home that i'd read awhile ago and just loved and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107810533855544866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107810533855544866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107810533855544866' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107799032692284999</id><published>2004-02-28T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T12:54:12.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw The Passion of The Christ last night.  I won't even begin to describe it like it is just another movie.  It isn't just a movie, because it tells the story of the suffering and death of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  From the beinging of his distress in the Garden of Gethsemane to his death on the cross,  I saw on screen what Jesus suffered for me.  This is something that must be seen....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107799032692284999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107799032692284999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107799032692284999' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107792331831373684</id><published>2004-02-27T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T18:12:58.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am trying not to be online as much as a way to sacrifice during lent.  Seriously takes up a lot of unneccessary time.  But I must share something, it might make you laugh.I walked into a door today.  I mean I walked right into it, and that sucker hurt.  I had just been working out, and I lacked the strength to open it.  In my defense, anyone who goes to the corec knows that door is heavy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107792331831373684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107792331831373684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107792331831373684' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107776204636252613</id><published>2004-02-25T20:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T15:54:29.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For Lent:Dear Lord, You are the only thing holy in my life.  You have giving me so much love and compassion, and yet I do not give You every second of my life in thanks.  In fact, I lead a selfish and busy life where You are on my mind so little.  I should be striving to be like you, but more often I fall into sin.  My soul is bruised and battered, unworthy of your site.  All that saves me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107776204636252613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107776204636252613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107776204636252613' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107757064123786461</id><published>2004-02-23T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T16:17:49.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(post later, work now)  I will talk of this movie at sometime.Song of the day!: You can find some way to listen to it. I don't want to know how! (Downloading is illegal you know (wink, wink)) Today's song is... By The Tree, "Far Away"*For God so loved the world that he gave his only son who was beaten, mutilated, humiliated, suffered the torturous death of the cross, took on the sins of all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107757064123786461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107757064123786461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107757064123786461' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107747844682063700</id><published>2004-02-22T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T14:50:28.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Words of wisdom:"Love thy neighbor as thy self." "To err is human, to forgive divine."And my personal favorite...."Forgive your enemys.... It messes with their heads."Song of the day!: You can find some way to listen to it. I don't want to know how! (Downloading is illegal you know (wink, wink)) Today's song is... Chris Rice, "Prone to Wander"*On the surface not a ripple  Under </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107747844682063700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107747844682063700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107747844682063700' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107738449919483590</id><published>2004-02-21T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:31:02.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"She doesn't live in Britian!  She lives in England!! ...Duh" - Ryan RobertsSong of the day!: This song is one in which I enjoy. You can take the opportunity to find out if you enjoy it as well, or you can nod your head and go like this, "hmmmm, yeah, I like that one." These are the two options I prefer you follow. If the former is your case, then you can find some way to listen to it. I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107738449919483590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107738449919483590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107738449919483590' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107729266213683016</id><published>2004-02-20T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T11:00:24.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, thats it!!  I am putting a stop to this.  It is just getting sad.  No more comments about someone being the blank in someone's blank.  There was a line.  A line between cute and annoying.  This line has been crossed.  Only Steph can say it cause she is the only one who can pull it off.  I hope I was clear on this.Song of the day!: This song is one in which I enjoy. You can take the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107729266213683016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107729266213683016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107729266213683016' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107719888471601375</id><published>2004-02-19T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T08:58:51.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want to steal Ben's political thunder, but check this bit of treason out...To Protect And ServeTalk about "shock and awe", I can't believe a U.S. soldier would pull this.  I really don't see what the motive in betraying his country was.  He was not being religiously oppressed.  In fact, the government was paying and training him.  He didn't look Arab to me, so I don't know why he would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107719888471601375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107719888471601375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107719888471601375' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107712679828678735</id><published>2004-02-18T12:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:18:03.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, Steph has totally moved up to the top of my "favorite comments list"!  You guys are going to have to work hard to top that one.  I mean, I am the honey is someones tea!!  And we all love honey in our tea.  Thanks Steph, you are a doll.  What was my life like before you were in it?  I can't bare to remember.Song of the day!: This song is one in which I enjoy. You can take the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107712679828678735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107712679828678735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107712679828678735' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107704254447950653</id><published>2004-02-17T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T13:31:42.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comment section.  Us it!!!  I feel no love from anyone but Ben.  Under the thing that says Talk To Me.Song of the day!: This song is one in which I enjoy. You can take the opportunity to find out if you enjoy it as well, or you can nod your head and go like this, "hmmmm, yeah, I like that one." These are the two options I prefer you follow. If the former is your case, then you can find some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107704254447950653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107704254447950653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107704254447950653' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107696262793542743</id><published>2004-02-16T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T15:20:23.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where have all the blogs gone!  I will warn any new comers to the this page (ha, like anyone reads this but my friends) that the list of blog links I have posted are at the moment "booooriiiiing".  Unless you want to check out Ben's attitude, no one is posting.  So I am going to follow suit this week.  I got work to do, and I am not going to take time to write a little something everyday if no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107696262793542743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107696262793542743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107696262793542743' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107681560089584572</id><published>2004-02-14T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T23:12:46.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is Valentines Day.  My good friend, who not only inspired me to start this site but seems to always encourage me to keep writing, has been waiting "patiently" all day for me to write on today's national holiday.  Actually, he has managed to bug me all day and ridicule my devotion to "priorities".  In truth, priorities are certainly never on my mind, and the stack of computer printouts to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107681560089584572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107681560089584572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107681560089584572' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107659849364013331</id><published>2004-02-12T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T15:11:38.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am lost as to what to write about today.  I have to avoid studying for my Naval Science exam somehow!!!  I have notes written down all over this desk for ideas for posts.  I don't seem to be in the writing mood today, after writing a C-programing code for like four hours straight last night.  (ugh)  However, I am going to give one idea a shot.The Superpowers Prayer:When I was a little kid, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107659849364013331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107659849364013331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107659849364013331' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107651935017905433</id><published>2004-02-11T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T19:22:34.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My week continues and life goes on.  One lab, one inspection, and one exam to go.  Wish me luck!!   Of course, no matter how busy I am, I am always going to take the time to write a post. I really shouldn't waste so much time writing everyday, but I can't help it!  Apparently, neither can my friends.  Add two more names to the list of Shelbyvillians turned blogger.  I made it a point today to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107651935017905433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107651935017905433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107651935017905433' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107644924735668936</id><published>2004-02-10T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T16:46:12.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Communication is the key to all relationships.  And I can attest that communication with ones barber is a must!  I told my barber to take more off the sides.  This was a mistake; I did not specify what more means.  As it turns out, more means "all" in barber language.  I am now bald.  Yes, bald.  It is all about the communication people!!  Must study now....Song of the day!: Let us try this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107644924735668936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107644924735668936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107644924735668936' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107636374141368274</id><published>2004-02-09T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:09:40.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I bet you think I am going to try and write something profound.  HA!  You will be disappointed.  Like I said, it is a miracle when I do that, and miracles don't happen that often.  Well, everyday is a miracle.... that is another blog.  I am crunched for time, and this is gonna be quick.  I am in the midst of a week of true toture.  I will soon be faced with the first of three exams, all of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107636374141368274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107636374141368274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107636374141368274' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107626162691995872</id><published>2004-02-08T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T12:41:47.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am back!!, as I am sure no one will notice.  My brief retreat from the world that is blogging has made me realize the true insignificance of this "soap box".  I think part of me envisioned an audience (however small it may have been) coming to this page to read my thoughts, and maybe, just maybe, found something that entertained or moved them is some way.  Now I see that perhaps this forum of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107626162691995872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107626162691995872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107626162691995872' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107497694268438579</id><published>2004-01-24T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T15:44:27.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my last posting for awhile.  I have written about a lot of random things in my sort time blogging.  I am pretty sure that even the faithfull viewers have missed something.  Scan through the archieves and amuse yourself with the links.I feel sooo bad.  I spilled water all over a laptop my roommate's parents were letting my borrow.  They were really cool about it though, not mad at all.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107497694268438579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107497694268438579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107497694268438579' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107491674812119466</id><published>2004-01-23T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T23:01:12.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Captain Kangaroo died today.  I think we should all take a moment.You know he was a former Marine (not an officer though as his title makes you think)?  He entertained children over thirdy years as the loveable Captain.  I don't remember myself, but I used to love his show.  My Dad would wake up in the morning and watch it with me before he went off to work.   I love my Dad!  Him being so great</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107491674812119466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107491674812119466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107491674812119466' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107488976428958818</id><published>2004-01-23T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:02:13.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude!  I got linkage on.  I have been going crazy wanting to make this page more interesting.  For right now am content with a color change and some pretty new links (since thats all I can change).I will start blogging this weekend on some random insights I have.  However, I will leave this post as an introduction into the "new and improved" blog.  Not a variety of colors to choose from, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107488976428958818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107488976428958818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107488976428958818' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107478355443064838</id><published>2004-01-22T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T09:54:16.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, he did it.  I knew he would.  My other best bud, actually Long Lost Brother, Chuck has started a to write a blog too.  The Good, The Bad, and My WaterI told him if he wanted attention, he should call it "Two Girls Kissing".  He would get so many hits, it wouldn't be funny.  Wait.... it would!! haha   I guess he didn't like that idea though.In our group, weird as we are, water at some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107478355443064838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107478355443064838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107478355443064838' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107471929495960146</id><published>2004-01-21T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T16:27:39.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random:I of course sat down here to work on homework, but somehow found myself playing around on the net.  At least this way I feel like I am accomplishing something.My friend Chuck would say about now, "Whatever gets you to sleep at night."  He says that phrase like all the time! Sorry dude, you do.  Anyway, I am not about to get started on a rant about what gets me to sleep at night!  Damned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107471929495960146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107471929495960146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107471929495960146' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107465165904492843</id><published>2004-01-20T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:27:43.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random: (all for you Jacki)So I tried counting sheep last night.  The situation was desperate.  I was going to bed earlier then usual, 'cause I had to get up early for a class.  I was without my trusted comforter (the only thing I sleep under), because I destroyed it in a washing machine.  That story is better left untold.  Put simply, I was uncomfortable with only a few "emergency" (which means</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107465165904492843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107465165904492843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107465165904492843' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107455776660532087</id><published>2004-01-19T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T20:54:27.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I figure not everyone wants to read what is basically an electronic journal somedays, especially the journal for a guy whose like isn't that interesting.  Therefore, I have decided to go back to labeling thoughts.  So don't worry, no personal stuff today.  I will try and let up on that.  Except to say this, "Ben write a f--kin' blog!"Movies: There is movie coming out this weekend with a guy we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107455776660532087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107455776660532087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107455776660532087' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107444970533844071</id><published>2004-01-18T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T15:20:58.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Praise the Lord it is a new day!!!  Rejoice in the Lord your God and all the blessings he has given you and all that are to come.  I have said that I feel as though something is missing, and, many times, I have sinned and allowed depression to overtake me.  But I will say it again, "it is a new day!!!"   I believe in the one true God, and I can find comfort in him.  However lost I may feel now, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107444970533844071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107444970533844071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107444970533844071' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107437972746289271</id><published>2004-01-17T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T17:56:36.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am trying to get a lot of my homework done this weekend, but it isn't coming along as well as I would like.  I slept in four extra hours, and it took me way to long to read these two CS chapters.  So you can see I do not want to spend much time on a post today.I will leave those who find themselves at this site today with a quote.  "The things you're scared of are usually the most worth while.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107437972746289271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107437972746289271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107437972746289271' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107426648707170365</id><published>2004-01-16T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T14:36:50.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have never seen in my life, short as it may beA man with two heads, much less threeBut yesterday I was suprised to seeThis tri-headed beingAnd whats more he was singingI never thought about the sound A three headed man could makeThe harmony can be profoundIf the three heads cooperateAnd I must say his heads were great*just a random poem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107426648707170365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107426648707170365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107426648707170365' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107418196614916468</id><published>2004-01-15T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T13:36:11.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a break between classes now, so I have decided to make a post.  I find it odd that I constantly stress and complain about my studies, yet I always take time to write these damned blogs.  Don't you?The funny thing is I don't even have anything important to write about.  I just came from an "initial interview" with my advisor for Naval ROTC, which went well, overlooking the fact that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107418196614916468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107418196614916468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107418196614916468' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107410955972295108</id><published>2004-01-14T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T19:25:14.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does any one else miss the Power Rangers.  I am sure they are still on the air, but now they are probably the "Super, Space, Ninga, Monkey, Power Rangers" or something.  I am talking about the orginal Power Rangers:  Tommy, Jason, Kimberly (what a hottie!), and all those guys.  They were like so cool.  I thought the Green Ranger was the coolest.  He was bad then turned good!  That's heavy stuff </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107410955972295108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107410955972295108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107410955972295108' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107402197306691985</id><published>2004-01-13T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T14:49:32.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to say it again.  "College stinks!"  Evil has a new name and it is Physics 152.  Not that the material is hard, no yet anyway, but they couldn't throw more assignments at me in one day, if hey tried.  I am quite stressed.  I have never liked looking at the big picture.  I am more of the freak out over every little detail sort of guy.  And boy do I have a lot of little details to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107402197306691985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107402197306691985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107402197306691985' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107394442436159237</id><published>2004-01-12T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T19:19:39.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welp, I am supposed to be doing homework, but I have this wonderful new distraction, a blog site!!College is hard!!!!  I shut my brain off for too long and I forgot the hell I went through last semester.  And Happy New Year to me; It looks like the schedule I have this semester will be even more demanding.  Hello!!  I lost sleep with the last schedule.  What do they want my kidney!  I will give</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107394442436159237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107394442436159237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107394442436159237' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107386159135187946</id><published>2004-01-11T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T19:06:29.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi all!  I'm back at Purdue, and I'm in a writing environment more to my liking.  I will try and be a little less quite then I have been.  I just went for a "sensational" run.  This ,of course, in no way means I ran a great distance or an outstanding time, but that I simply had a good time.  I know that sounds weird, but I will elaborate.  As I ran through the campus I felt very comfortable; I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107386159135187946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107386159135187946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107386159135187946' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107203334171029704</id><published>2003-12-21T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T14:05:54.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's Sunday!  I'm home and I am happy.  I don't really have much to write about, and I don't really have the time either.  I am spending the time with my family today.  Still, I am starting to miss my friends, so if you are reading this....   "SAVE ME!!"  Give me a call or something.  I need to have some fun![Oh yeah, no song of the day for a while.  I am sure you are heart broken.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107203334171029704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107203334171029704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107203334171029704' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107193294923666652</id><published>2003-12-20T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T10:36:23.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am leaving soon!  I can't wait.  I am getting a little tiered of being stuck here.  I was done with my finals Thursday morning, and I am leaving Saturday afternoon.  Does anyone else see a problem with this?  I don't mind though.  This is the only time my parents could make it up here to pick me up, and it isn't like my friends could come and get me.  Ha,ha.  Just kinding guys.This is my last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107193294923666652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107193294923666652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107193294923666652' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107186120250790771</id><published>2003-12-19T14:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T16:56:25.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog stuff is fun, but it is hard to think of stuff to write about!  I am leaving tomorrow morning to go back to lovely Kentucky, weeeeeeeeeee!!   So this my be the last Purdue blog.  Actually, it may be the last blog for the year.  I am never near the computer when I am home, so I may not get to the whole blog thing over my break.  But I will try to write a few; I don't want to disappoint </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107186120250790771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107186120250790771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107186120250790771' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107186118529193027</id><published>2003-12-19T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T14:13:20.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The blog stuff is fun, but it is hard to think of stuff to write about!  I am leaving tomorrow morning to go back to lovely Kentucky, weeeeeeeeeee!!   So this my be the last Purdue blog.  Actually, it may be the last blog for the year.  I am never near the computer when I am home, so I may not get to the whole blog thing over my break.  But I will try to write a few; I don't want to disappoint my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107186118529193027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107186118529193027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107186118529193027' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107177967052547799</id><published>2003-12-18T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T23:28:55.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been in front of this computer for a few hours now, detoxicing from a stressful study week.  My brain is still a little "mushy" so bare with me.  My brain might not jump start til half way through this blog.  So lets get started!!.......This week was in a word... "Weird."  I spent more time worrying about exams then studying for them.  A combination that makes for confusing loop that can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107177967052547799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107177967052547799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107177967052547799' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107169223335078367</id><published>2003-12-17T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T15:17:27.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am happy!  Well, not "happy", but for the moment I am relieved.  It looks like all the studying I recently did for Math has paid off.  However, now I will see if all the time I haven't spent studying for Chemistry will pay off as well.  Ugh!!!  17 hours until my last exam!  Wish me luck.One thing I haaaave to post... Sarah Shoemaker tried to make fun of me last night for using the word "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107169223335078367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107169223335078367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107169223335078367' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107160651153061739</id><published>2003-12-16T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T16:15:32.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> life sucks today!:  I need to study for exams.  I had a lot of stuff written for today.  Including I review and some background information on the new Spiderman movie.  I actually knew what I was talking about on this one, as apposed to my other posts.  Speaking of which,  had a talk with my friend Jacki about my message Sunday.  I might have some good views to share Sunday on religion.  I may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107160651153061739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107160651153061739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107160651153061739' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107151283710362370</id><published>2003-12-15T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T13:27:30.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why can't I study math!!!  Is it so hard?  All I have to do is work some problems and look through my notes.  ugh!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107151283710362370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107151283710362370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107151283710362370' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107149768421523218</id><published>2003-12-15T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T11:47:19.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Day!: that's right I have a song of the day everyday. I like music! It can always change my mood. I will post a song I like or just heard that day, and if you are a downloading type (first off shame on you, that is illegal!) then you can check it out and see if you like it. If not, complain about "that Brandon kid!" in your own blog or something. For obvious reasons, I am doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107149768421523218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107149768421523218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107149768421523218' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107149735554349351</id><published>2003-12-15T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T13:37:02.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have put off studying for finals long enough!  So short post today.  I thought I would discuss an easy topic.....The Meaning Of Life:  Yeah right!!!  I am not going to tackle this one.  Alright, I'll give it a shot.....  In my view life would have no meaning without a purpose.  Therefore, I would say that we are all here to find a purpose.  Ok, what do I mean by purpose?  I think we all find </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107149735554349351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107149735554349351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107149735554349351' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107145270982239642</id><published>2003-12-14T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T20:45:22.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Day!:  that's write I have a song of the day everyday. I like music! It can always change my mood. I will post a song I like or just heard that day, and if you are a downloading type (first off shame on you, that is illegal!) then you can check it out and see if you like it. If not, complain about that "Brandon kid!" in your own blog or something. For obvious reasons, I am doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107145270982239642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107145270982239642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107145270982239642' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107142809454524569</id><published>2003-12-14T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T15:17:26.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it is Sunday!  I recently had a spiritual epiphany, so I thought now would be a good time to share it.  Here it is.....Why is this just hitting me now?:  So I talked with this atheist about Christ, well "religion" in general.  And I realized what this pastor was once trying to convey to me.  He said,"It's [faith] like the Matrix.  No one can be told the truth, they have to see it for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107142809454524569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107142809454524569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107142809454524569' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107143575729337068</id><published>2003-12-14T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T16:02:50.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We caught Saddam!  Now I am really having a happy Christmas!!!  weeeeeeeeeeeeee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107143575729337068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107143575729337068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107143575729337068' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107143027692369738</id><published>2003-12-14T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T15:15:14.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately, I am not as computer savvy as one might expect a potential engineer to be, and I have no idea what’s going on.  I will assume my religious message for the day was published, and I am moving on.  I was originally just going to write my  short religious insight, but, as I know I won't be studying for my exams anyway, I figured I would write about another insight.  Christmas:I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107143027692369738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107143027692369738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107143027692369738' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107138469427757364</id><published>2003-12-14T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:51:47.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well now that I gave my friends a preview.....What is this site all about?:Again, I am tiered, so forgive me if this is incoherent.  For the most part I plan to put my random thoughts and observations on this site and hope they are funny or interesting to some point.  No one has to listen, I just have stuff to say. I always seem to fall for a girl I have no chance with, and boy do I fall hard!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107138469427757364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107138469427757364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107138469427757364' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204511.post-107138292303373902</id><published>2003-12-14T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:22:16.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What now?:Ok.  I bet this site looks pretty boring right now.  I am starting to get tiered, and I don't have time make it look "pretty".  What do I want to say!!!First I want to say hi to the only two people who could possibly care about this site at the moment.  Hey Jacki and Ben.   Jacki you are the cuttest girl at Purdue!  and you will be seeing me again, if I have anything to do with it!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107138292303373902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204511/posts/default/107138292303373902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuterwithmymouthclosed.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107138292303373902' title=''/><author><name>Stupidmouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092293651082956105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
