<?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-18374566</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:56:42.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's on your mind?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18374566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17765257443151431290</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18374566.post-113704318933300107</id><published>2006-01-11T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:20:12.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>H20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing I've never really understood is how a person could not like water. What is there to not like? Not liking water is kind of like saying you don't like nothing (I know that sounds like bad grammar, but it's different) It has no flavor or color or odor (or at least I certainly hope not), and it's so refreshing and cool and good for you. Plus it's obviously a sign that it's important because there's a lot of it on this planet. So, get yourself a Nalgene bottle, a pitcher, a styrofoam cup or whatever it is you like to drink out of and fill it up with some ice cold water. You'll enjoy it, trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18374566-113704318933300107?l=k-wiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113704318933300107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18374566&amp;postID=113704318933300107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18374566/posts/default/113704318933300107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18374566/posts/default/113704318933300107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/2006/01/h20.html' title='H20'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17765257443151431290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18374566.post-113704235650703647</id><published>2006-01-11T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:05:56.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;What is it about school that automatically, subconciously makes you tired?  Is it really just lack of sleep, or is it just the whole concept of being in class and having homework?  My fourth day back from "winter break" is coming up and I'm already waiting for summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18374566-113704235650703647?l=k-wiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113704235650703647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18374566&amp;postID=113704235650703647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18374566/posts/default/113704235650703647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18374566/posts/default/113704235650703647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/2006/01/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17765257443151431290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18374566.post-113159603032511164</id><published>2005-11-09T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:13:50.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I think I've mastered the "art" of procrastination.  Once you start, you really have no choice but to continue procrastinating because you can't really get going on your newest task until you finish the old task that's due soon.  I guess they call it the snowball effect.  I like to think of myself as an organized person, but then I look at my desk and start to panic because it's a mess, I don't know where things are and I can't remember when and what I have to do.  Basically, I have 2 tests tomorrow, 2 papers due the next day, my desk is a mess, I'm still procrastinating (obviously) and I think I'm about to panic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18374566-113159603032511164?l=k-wiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113159603032511164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18374566&amp;postID=113159603032511164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18374566/posts/default/113159603032511164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18374566/posts/default/113159603032511164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/2005/11/procrastination.html' title='procrastination'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17765257443151431290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18374566.post-113125740595667850</id><published>2005-11-06T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:10:44.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;People are funny. We all think we have some understanding of each other, especially those we've know for a long time, but when it comes down to it we really have no idea. How can we possibly really know and understand anyone? Most of us don't even truely know ourselves and we know all of our inner, honest thoughts. Maybe we actually understand others better. Maybe there are so many thoughts that run through our heads each second that we get confused while someone else just hears and sees what is on the outside, what is exposed. Of course we know ourselves because no one else knows our true, deep thoughts, but how do we know what to make of those thoughts? I guess that's a good reason to let some of those thoughts and emotions out creatively, to clear the clutter inside your head and see what comes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18374566-113125740595667850?l=k-wiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113125740595667850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18374566&amp;postID=113125740595667850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18374566/posts/default/113125740595667850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18374566/posts/default/113125740595667850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/2005/11/who-are-we.html' title='who are we?'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17765257443151431290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18374566.post-113045388804117053</id><published>2005-10-27T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:11:34.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kurt Cobain once said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"It's better to burn out than fade away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now, it's not like I want to burn out in the same way he did, but it's a good statement. We should all try to live to the fullest so that when we do "burn out," we won't feel like we just faded away, but actually made something of ourselves and stayed busy and motivated with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18374566-113045388804117053?l=k-wiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113045388804117053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18374566&amp;postID=113045388804117053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18374566/posts/default/113045388804117053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18374566/posts/default/113045388804117053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-wiz.blogspot.com/2005/10/think-about-it.html' title='Think about it.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17765257443151431290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
