<?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-8234118392970064055</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:56:32.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yabo-Rock Star-Mania</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the stuff right here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>282</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-715508354125390392</id><published>2010-12-13T18:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:20:22.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Know I Was Incompetent</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody. I am back. The last time you heard from me was August 22 where I spoke about Chase and Jared taking La Vista. Well, they didn't succeed, and La Vista was brought back. Nice try, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of beef on Thanksgiving when I had taken a much needed break from Yabo. But I decided to bring it back, just in time for the holidays. This is my Christmas present to all of you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what I assume will be popular belief, the above ^^^^^ title is not about me. It's about a show on The Learning Channel called I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant. It's about women who have babies without knowing that they are pregnant. Surprise!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched one episode, and that was it. The girl did not understand that no matter how much she dieted, she remained fat. Hmmmm. The girl did not understand that when you constantly feel sick, you should probably go to a doctor. Hmmmm. She's like, "I feel horrible, I'm so dizzy, but I'm gonna go party with my reject friends." She leaves the party early, has a seizure. When she goes to the hospital and launches the baby out, she still does not understand that she had a baby. Even when she held the baby. America, GET AHOLD OF YOURSELVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you not know your pregnant?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals know they're pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of praying this happens to someone I know so I can brag that I know someone who has a lower IQ than an ostrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone (and back!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-715508354125390392?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/715508354125390392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=715508354125390392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/715508354125390392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/715508354125390392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-didnt-know-i-was-incompetent.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Know I Was Incompetent'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7573869078823408010</id><published>2010-08-22T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:15:55.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jared and Chase Take La Vista</title><content type='html'>Joel McHale is a funny person. His show "The Soup" is way too good to be on the E! Network. I watch it every week. This week he made fun of a show called, "Courtney and Chloe Take Miami". It comes off as a pretty stupid show, but it gave me a blog post title ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared and Chase had a pretty eventful summer. Every week they would go together in Chase's ride to go mow Grandpa's lawn.  Driving around town, breaking the rules, being cool kids, taking La Vista. Than, the two teens would go somewhere to eat afterwards. It was not until late in the summer where Jared actually had the decency to offer me and Paige something to eat. Of course, we had to give him money. That wasnt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I tagged along (invited myself) to there end-of-the-summer lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings. I kicked their butts in online poker. I'm not even kidding. I took one of the largest pots with a full house and of course, Chase had to accuse me of cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school has started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm going to Platte River State Park this weekend with my family. That means  you. This past weekend I went to a fantastic wedding. It was my cousin who got hitched, and it was a nice ceremony and a superb after party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-7573869078823408010?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7573869078823408010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7573869078823408010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7573869078823408010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7573869078823408010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/08/jared-and-chase-take-la-vista.html' title='Jared and Chase Take La Vista'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2428277899273443773</id><published>2010-08-11T14:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:31:26.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry</title><content type='html'>It's been many a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for my lack of blog postage. I've been incredibly busy going on vacation and prepping for school, etcetera etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago me and my uncles and cousins went up to Uncle yes Uncle Koz's Lodge for a weekend full of fun activities. We jet skied and four wheeled and played poker. Can't read my poke-er-face. I walked away from the lodge with 18 extra dollars thanks to me and DA's strategizing. What's our secret? Make it to the final two, then split the pot. Easy money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back it was time to start packing. We were leaving for Chicago the following day. We got to the John Hancock Center first. It has the world's fastest elevator, traveling at 90 miles per hour. Wicked. From the top you can see the lake and downtown. You are greeted with a device that you can plug head phones into and listen as David Schwimmer gives you a tour of Chicago from above. Of course I was the only one in my family to get the device, so afterwards, when my family had questions about a certain building I had to explain it to them. They would then ask me, "How did you know that?!!?!??!" and I gave them same answer each and every time. (Idgits.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went to the Field Museum and saw Sue, the amazing T. Rex. She seem pretty legit.  The museum had a ton of interesting things, including an Egyptian exhibit with real mummies. woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the Cub's game. They won, believe it or not! I hate the Cubs, but baseball games are always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we went to the Willis (formerly Sears) Tower. It was pretty legit. Well kind of. It took 2 hours to finally get to the top. We had to wait in line and it sucked. The SkyDeck was worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I left Chicago with the decision that I want to live there when I grow up. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your reading, thanks for sticking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-2428277899273443773?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2428277899273443773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2428277899273443773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2428277899273443773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2428277899273443773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/08/sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry.html' title='Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-8716607285207953082</id><published>2010-07-20T17:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:32:35.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blair Witch Project-Movie Review</title><content type='html'>Warning: If you have not seen the movie, and want to see the movie, don't even bother reading this. I am giving a full synopsis, along with my actual review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film stars Heather Donahue, Joshua Leonard, and Michael C. Williams. It was co-directed by Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sanchez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The film starts by stating that three young students went missing in Burkittsville, Marlyand in the forest. Viewers are told that the following footage was discovered, and the recovered footage is presented to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather, Josh, and Mike and are all film students in the year 1994. Together, they travel to Burkittsville (formerly Blair), Maryland. They start their documentary by shooting at an old cemetery. The cemetery has several graves of infants and young children. When the trio goes to interview locals, they are told that a man named Rustin Parr kidnapped seven children. He took them to his house in the woods and brought them to his basement in pairs. He made one child face the corner, while he killed the other. Than, the other was murdered as well. The man turned himself in, and plead insanity, saying that the Blair Witch coerced him to kill the children. The students also interview Mary Brown. The town views her as crazy, but her description of her encounter with the witch is chilling. When one lady is asked if she believed that the Blair witch exists, she replied by saying that she believes enough not to go up to the woods and test the theory. The next day they travel to north to woods for exploring, but not before being warned by two fishermen of the haunted woods. The young adults go to Coffin Rock, where five men were killed in a ritual during the 19th century. They camp in their tent and have no trouble. They continue to explore Black Hills the next day, still searching for evidence of the witch. Heather has trouble with the map, but the kids come across 7 piles of rocks, or cairns. They set up camp and return at night. Josh knocks over one of the piles, and Heather freaks out, quickly repairing it. It is somewhat implied that they have disturbed something or someone. While back in their tent, they hear crackling in the darkness. They cannot find where it is coming from. The noises end, and they assume it was just animals or locals trying to scare them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day they search for the car, and while Mike and Josh are convinced that Heather is lost, she continuously defends herself, saying she knows where she is going. Night comes, and they are forced to camp again. They hear crackling once again, and the following morning, the discover 3 similar cairns surrounding their tents. While Heather can't find the map, Mike confesses to kicking it into the river. Heather and Josh attack Mike, and apologize later. They soon discover sticks and branches woven into human figures. Heather cuts one down. That night in the tent, the group hears a large array of noises, including children laughing and a baby crying. Their tent is attacked, and the three book it out of there and run into a nearby field, where they stay until morning. They go back to find their belongs strewn all over the ground and Josh's belongings have a slimy blue substance on them. The group travels south all day, but come across a familiar log. Has the group walked in a circle? Or is someone playing a trick on them? They set up camp and become very emotional that they wasted an entire day and that they once again have to spend the night in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning, Josh is gone. They scream for him, but no response is heard. They reluctantly leave camp. At night, they hear Josh yelling and screaming. They cannot locate the painful calls for help. At dawn, they wake up and Heather finds a bundle of sticks and twigs, wrapped in strips of Josh's plaid shirt. Inside the "package" are unidentified, bloody parts of Josh's body. Heather hides this fact from Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the final night, Heather points the camera toward herself, and apologizes to her family and friends, along with Josh's and Mike's relatives. She begins to cry, expresses her fear, and utters, "We are going to die out here tonight..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again that night, Josh's screams are heard. Mike and Heather follow the screams to an abandoned house. Mike goes upstairs and finds handprints in the attic, printed in blood. He hears Josh's voice in the basement, and runs down to him. Mike continues to call his name and when he finally reaches the basement, he struggles with the camera. Mike then falls to the ground, along with the camera, and all is heard is Heather's screams for Josh and Mike. Heather goes down to the basement, and the camera sees Mike turned to corner, much like the children that died there before. Heather seems confused, when a bump is heard. The camera hits the ground and silently goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Review&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This movie scared the snot out of me, and I absolutely loved it. It started out as a normal movie, but it was obvious that things would get worse and worse. The legend of the Blair Witch had me convinced that it was real, as I googled it to find out that it wasn't real. Much like Paranormal Activity, the camera is held by the cast, and the footage seems completely real. I must commend the actors as well. Many horror film actors are over-looked by the movie's usual crappy plot. Characters that provide comic relief are often praised. It's safe to say that this movie had a great plot, the actors did great and were convincing, and there WAS no comic relief. Yet it was still great. And, best of all, it was a genuinely scary movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grade: A-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing I would've liked is for more scary scenes like when the children and baby were heard late in the night. Those were the scenes that stuck out to me the most in a very scary way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/8234118392970064055-8716607285207953082?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/8716607285207953082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=8716607285207953082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8716607285207953082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8716607285207953082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/07/blair-witch-project-movie-review.html' title='The Blair Witch Project-Movie Review'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-4554174931326529349</id><published>2010-07-13T01:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:44:17.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Found Love for Tonya Harding</title><content type='html'>Yes, THE Tonya Harding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing web when I came across a familiar name: Tonya Harding. I'd heard the name before, and was somewhat familiar about what went down, but I decided that in order for me to know the truth, I had to go to the most trusted source I know: WikiPedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to refresh your memory about what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 1994 U.S. Figure Skating Championships, my angel Tonya Harding had some tough competition. Competition by the name of, dun dun dun, Nancy Kerrigan. Tonya's ex-husband Jeff Gillooly (impressive last name) and her bodyguard paid a man to bash Nancy's knee. The hit was a success, just kidding. It wasn't a success because Nancy took that bruised knee straight to the Olympics. The guy who got paid, the ex-husband, the bodyguard, and the guy who drove the get-away vehicle (classic) all went to jail. But Tonya avoided the slammer by pleading guilty to conspiring to hinder prosecution of the attackers, whatever that means. The best part? Tonya was banned from the USFSA! Way to go, T-Hard! Not only is she a trouble-maker, but she's also completely insane, two of my favorite things! However, here's what I read that really won me over: In late 1996, Tonya used mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to help revive an 81 year old woman who collapsed while playing video poker in Portland, Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonya Harding is my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach the Maniac Hack Attack Wickety Wack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-4554174931326529349?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/4554174931326529349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=4554174931326529349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4554174931326529349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4554174931326529349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-new-found-love-for-tonya-harding.html' title='My New Found Love for Tonya Harding'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-4459400188304768806</id><published>2010-07-01T16:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:47:59.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Got Into A Fight With Donna (aka Susan W.) and Nate</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I am on top of it when it comes to social networking. I do it all. When I log into my AOL Instant Messaging account, the AOL website pops up. AOL always has the latest news, such as Lance Armstrong marking his final year with the Tour de France, and BP losing all that oil. So when it popped up today, I was shocked to read one article header: Kate Gosselin To Release Holiday Album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked by this. Really? I was practically dumb-founded. I clicked on the article. After reading it, I came to a conclusion: This is not true. The article stated that a music executive had talked to Kate about it. Balogna! I decided to write a comment. I scrolled down, and those gullible people called Americans are like, "Oh! She's terrible! Go away, Kate!" I was left thinking that this probably wasn't true, so I decided to write on my comment: This isn't a valid source, leave the woman alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect the backlash. Donna said that I was just as pathetic as Kate since I was a fan of hers. Then Donna preceded to call me an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never said I was a Kate fan, I just defended her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can call me an idiot when you learn grammar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your messing with the wrong person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord, I had it all planned out! I would be sarcastic and ask if I hurt her feelings. Then I would prove a point. Then I would call her judgmental and question her integrity. Then, the comment didn't go through. I tried again. And again. And again. "Donna" wasn't gonna let me reply! She made her settings that way! So I decided to blog about it. I clicked on "Donna's" profile. Her real name is Susan W, and she is poisonous. She yells at people, she's judgmental, she called Oprah fat. I'm convinced she's single....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was trying to forget about Susonna, when Nate commented. His comment was one word:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"die"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've never felt so threatened in my life. All because I stood up for what I believed was a fabricated lie? Well, at least the thousands of people who read this blog will know the real story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, those thousands of people need to vote on the polls. Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-4459400188304768806?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/4459400188304768806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=4459400188304768806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4459400188304768806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4459400188304768806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-i-got-into-fight-with-donna-aka.html' title='How I Got Into A Fight With Donna (aka Susan W.) and Nate'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-3208376577886217034</id><published>2010-06-25T15:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:27:44.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Seems as Though Rosenblatt Was Built Just Yesterday.../"Udate that blog more often. I know you don't do anything, but still..."</title><content type='html'>I was torn between two titles for this post, so I chose both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of an era is near. As you all know, Johnny Rosenblatt Stadium, home to the Omaha Royals, and also home to the Men's College World Series for over 60 years. In the next days, Rosenblatt will host its final games. Then, the stadium will be torn down to make way for new additions to the Henry Doorly Zoo. I hope the upcoming exhibits include water buffalo and Russian hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to see Rosenblatt go. I've gone to the College World Series almost every year I've been alive, and Rosenblatt has always been THE stadium. The worst part? The new stadium will be called TD Ameritrade Park. Are you freaking kidding me? That is the worst possible name to give the new stadium, especially compared to the fantastic name "Rosenblatt". I'm severely disappointed. I salute you, Rosenblatt, thanks for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen Toy Story 3, then you suck. Go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two polls this week, look up on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-3208376577886217034?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/3208376577886217034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=3208376577886217034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3208376577886217034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3208376577886217034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-seems-as-though-rosenblatt-was-built.html' title='It Seems as Though Rosenblatt Was Built Just Yesterday.../&quot;Udate that blog more often. I know you don&apos;t do anything, but still...&quot;'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-4081082395530083961</id><published>2010-06-13T15:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:32:32.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time is Near</title><content type='html'>You heard me, girl/guy/whatever you are. Soon and very soon, my 300th blog post will be coming. Don't know what to expect? Good, cuz neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the lack of blog in these past two weeks, but I've been busy/pre-occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is going fantastic. I've been hanging out w/ friends and living by my motto: Party hardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to be completely epic. I'm not very sure whats so epic about Monday and Tuesday, but I'll figure something out. Wednesday is the day my aunt Michelle is coming in from New Mexico. The following day (Thursday, for my slower readers) we are having a birthday party for Michelle's daughter Emma. I have no idea how old she is turning, but its her first ever birthday party so it will be fun! Also, we are going swimming at Fun Plex. I've never been to Fun Plex before, so I hope it is a fun place with an attractive water park. And then Friday is the big day. The dudes of the family are going to humiliate themselves on the golf course, and then go back somewhere for a few cold ones (sodas). Later that evening, my grandparents are renewing their vows for their 50th anniversary! Woot, woot! After the service, we're going to Piccolo's to enjoy some delicious, juicy steaks and prime ribs. Ya! After, we'll go back to the Grandparent's house to enjoy cake and ice cream. Ay verdad! (Spanish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't bother me Wednesday-Saturday afternoon (I'll be hung over from all the fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-4081082395530083961?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/4081082395530083961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=4081082395530083961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4081082395530083961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4081082395530083961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-is-near.html' title='The Time is Near'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7023268604579041977</id><published>2010-06-01T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:19:56.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Fat People Eat is Like Watching the Titanic Sink</title><content type='html'>I'm just sayin. ^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's officially summer vacation and yesterday was Memorial Day. Thank you, troops. I just got back from a round of golf and I'm starving. I was considering ordering Jimmy John's, but then I decided that I didn't feel like talking to a stranger on the phone. My throat is a little sore and stuff, and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tried them. And they didn't go my way. On Saturday I got contact lenses. But there's a problem---I can't see out of them. They're cloudy and difficult to see out of. Nuts. Mother is calling the doctor today to see what we can do. She's convinced its all about the curvature of the contact, but I don't think that it's the right brand. Once again, we don't see eye to eye. Haha. That's kind of funny since we're talking about eyes and contacts. Don't see eye to eye. Haha. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm home alone. Thank God. Parents have to do that ridiculous thing called work, Jared had an early afternoon baseball game, and Paige is with a friend. Sanctuary. Isn't it odd that Gary Coleman died so suddenly, and Dennis Hopper passed on a day later? I need to get something off my chest. I've never heard of Dennis Hopper. Who is he? Everyone is grieving the loss of him, but I'm like, "Rest in peace?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Clueless and Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-7023268604579041977?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7023268604579041977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7023268604579041977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7023268604579041977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7023268604579041977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/06/watching-fat-people-eat-is-like.html' title='Watching Fat People Eat is Like Watching the Titanic Sink'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-3617513680670013580</id><published>2010-05-24T20:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:39:10.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finale of Lost, and School</title><content type='html'>As most of you don't know, I am a huge fan of the series Lost. It ended last night. What good timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain the series characters to you so you can get a clear idea of what happened in the finale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when a plane crashed on a (thought to be) deserted island. Many died from the crash, but the select few survivors were forced to stay on the island, hoping and praying that they'd be found. But they weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued to thrive on the island. Eventually a character named Boone finds a plane in the jungle. Boone tries to get it started in order to get help and save his fellow islanders. This plan failed. The plane fell, crushing Boone. This led to internal bleeding, and Boone was killed. His step-sister Shannon was crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in Season 2, Shannon dies as well. A group of people from the other half of the plane, also known as the Tailees" show up, and their leader, Ana Lucia, mistakes Shannon for one of the people that kidnapped her fellow Tailees. She shoots Shannon, only to find out that she did nothing to her group. Shannon dies, and her death causes a rift between the Tailees and the main survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Lucia and her best friend Libby go next. Michael Dawson's son has been kidnapped by the Others-people who have been on the island unexlainably. Michael needs to free his son. Ana Lucia is guarding the Others leader, Ben. Michael needs to rescue Ben in order to get his son back, and since Ana Lucia is guarding Ben, he kills her to get to him. Libby witnesses this, and he kills her to cover his tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Tailee, Mr. Eko, dies next in the 3rd season. Mr. Eko was haunted by his brother's ghost, and a mysterious smoke monster, that has been haunting the island for over 2000 years kills Eko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes the death of Charlie. Charlie stumbles upon Naomi Dorrit, and after listening to what she has to say, he and his Desmond go down to the underwater "Looking Glass Station" to try and track down Desmond's girlfriend, Penelope "Penny" Widmore. Charlie gets ahold of her, but one of the Others, Mikhail, scuba dives down into the water to the station, and launches a grenade towards the window of the station. Charlie locks the door of the room he is in, as it begins to overflow with water. By doing this, he saves Desmond from being drowned, and the station from being overflown. However he relates one last message to Desmond, the boat they are going after is not Penny's, and Naomi is a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes the most disliked characters in Lost history-Nikki and Paulo. Nikki and Paulo were original survivors. They were con artists that no one else on the island were really aware of. Prior to the crash, they had stolen diamonds worth about 8 million dollars. They had "Lost" them after the crash. Nikki found out that Paulo had been hiding them from her, because he thought she would leave him after she got them. She found out about this, and released poisonous spiders on to Paulo. The spider's venom poisons someone for 8 hours. She gets the diamonds, only to be bitten by a spider herself. She runs to find the islanders but passes out right when she gets there. She tries to tell them that she is paralyzed, but they can't understand her and she falls unconscious. They assume her to be dead, not being able to hear her heart beat. They also find Paulo. They make them a grave, as Nikki's eyes begin to open, sand covers her face, and Nikki and Paulo are buried alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real person to die in Season 4 is Locke. Locke was a leader for the Islanders, and the island cured the paralysis in his legs. After being rescued along with 5 other Islanders, (Known as the Oceanic 6) Locke cannot forget about leaving the island and wants to go back. After unsuccessfully trying to convince some of the others to go back, Locke prepares to take his own life. But Others leader Ben (Who escaped the island in a way I can hardly explain myself) kills Locke first, and makes it look like a suicide. (The Oceanic 6 eventually returned to the island, even after a time warp that occurred)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In season 5, the main characters that died were Charlotte and Faraday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through a large mix of time warps, Charlotte's scrambled brain and body cannot handle it, and she dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faraday is in the 70's and is shot and killed but Eloise Hawking, who unknowingly shoots her own son. (After leaving the island, Eloise, on a mission, gives birth to Faraday in the future. Confusing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot, Naomi also dies in this season after Locke throws a knife at her. Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Season 6 brought in the waterworks for sure. At the end of Season 5, Juliet, an Other who falls in love and starts a life with Sawyer, originally acting as a spy, is helping the Islanders detonate a bomb. Juliet falls down a hole after a bout with electromagnetic stuff (she has a metal chain wrapped around her) Juliet survives the fall, but, to help her new friends, she detonates the bomb and dies in the explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilana, an officer who came with the Oceanic 6, dies after dynamite exploded unexpectedly in her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other deaths of main characters don't come until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Islanders eventually board a submarine hoping to get off the island! But the Smoke Monster I talked about earlier, has inherited Locke's dead body. Locke Monster places a bomb in the submarine, and Sayid, (who knows everything) knows how to detonate the bomb. Jack, the annoying "hero" of everyone tells them that Locke Monster (or LM) cannot hurt them, he's not allowed to. Sawyer, Jack's frenemy, doesn't buy this. He diffuses the bomb, which only makes the bomb tick faster. Sayid runs off to the other side of the ship to try and save the others, and the bomb explodes is Sayid's hands. The explosion causes Sun to become trapped behind a series of metal fragments, and she's pinned. As the sub overflows with water, the others escape as Jin, Sun's husband, refuses to leave her. They drown in the sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale was epic. Jack became the protector of the island. And here's the story. There was a "Sideways" timeline in this season, which showed what would have happened to the characters if the plane didn't crash. This became important....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Desmond is rescued by husband and wife/fan favorites Rose and Bernard, he goes to join Jack, to see what is at the bottom of the light Jack is protecting. They think that if they do something with the light, that their lives will go back to normal. Desmond goes down, but they messed with the light and the island began to sink and collapse into the ocean. Jack and LM have a wicked faceoff, in which Jack is stabbed, but the woman he loves, Kate, shoots LM, killing him. Jack, wounded, goes off to restore the light and prevent the island of sinking. He does so and is teleported back to the top of the island, saving Desmond in the process. Desmond is returned home by the new protector of the island, loveable Hurley and his right-hand man, Ben (yes, evil turned Saint Ben)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the sideways Timeline, a major shocker is revealed. All characters, past and present, are in this timeline. Whenever they come into close contact with each other, they remember what had happened on the island and their lives there. They all reunite at a church, where it is revealed that everyone at the church and in the sideways timeline is dead. They all died sometime or another, whether it be on the island or long after the island. They built this place together to help each other move on and let go. This place is Purgatory. After the reunion, they move on the next phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivors of the island:&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer-Ex-con man/Village Idiot&lt;br /&gt;Kate-Fugitive/Hero who killed her abusive step-father&lt;br /&gt;Claire-Became a mother on the island, Jack's sister&lt;br /&gt;Frank Lapidus-Pilot who saved the Oceanic 6&lt;br /&gt;Miles-A nobody from a freighter from a nearby island&lt;br /&gt;Richard-An aboriginal of the island I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening take the poll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out tomorrow. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-3617513680670013580?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/3617513680670013580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=3617513680670013580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3617513680670013580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3617513680670013580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/05/finale-of-lost-and-school.html' title='The Finale of Lost, and School'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-6336610005517667459</id><published>2010-05-12T16:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:04:09.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Days (12, Including Weekends)</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right. There is only 8 more days (12, including weekends) until I get out of SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a what-what? (Yabo-Maniacs: What-what!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can tell you good news: Survivor: Heroes vs. Villains is coming to end on Sunday night. Survivor is a wicked good show and I can't wait to see who will get voted off next and who will eventually win. I know none of you probably watch the show, but you're gonna find out more about the remaining contestants so shut up and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I want to win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sandra Diaz-Twine&lt;br /&gt;2. Parvati Shallow&lt;br /&gt;3. Jerri Manthey&lt;br /&gt;4. Colby Donaldson&lt;br /&gt;5. Russell Hantz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra is most deserving. Her mother passed away recently and her husband is away in Afghanistan fighting for US. She we help a sister out? Parvati has played the game well. Jerri is completely worthless, but I like her better than Colby and Russell. Colby is a complete moron. He sucks in challenges and I don't understand why he wasn't voted off first for being so terribly awful. Russell is a witch. Yes, a witch. Take that! Why haven't they voted him out? Oh yeah, they're scared of him. But who wouldn't be? Afterall, he WAS RECENTLY ARRESTED FOR BATTERY AGAINST A WOMAN. Oh well. This is how I think it will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell won't win. People don't like him, and I think Parvati or Sandra will manage to edge him soon enough. Colby will be voted off by the remaining Villains, he has no chance. Jerri has not played that amazing of a game. She was boring this season. She made no big moves, and won't get the votes. It's between Parvati and Sandra. Sandra will get votes because she tried to help the Heroes. However, the other Villains may be aware of this and kick her off. Parvati will get votes for her good game play. And jury member Danielle can EASILY sway votes AWAY from Russ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivor Addict&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-6336610005517667459?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/6336610005517667459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=6336610005517667459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6336610005517667459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6336610005517667459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/05/8.html' title='8 Days (12, Including Weekends)'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-8909020610967580304</id><published>2010-04-28T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:02:55.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet to Ceil</title><content type='html'>This poem is a limerick, entitled, "Grandma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her mind continues to operate slower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her IQ keeps dropping lower and lower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But everyday I want her to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I will always love her so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everyday I'll show her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8234118392970064055-8909020610967580304?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/8909020610967580304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=8909020610967580304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8909020610967580304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8909020610967580304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/04/sonnet-to-ceil.html' title='Sonnet to Ceil'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-8948097780366555762</id><published>2010-04-23T16:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:34:42.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Very Unique, Important Analyses</title><content type='html'>This last week, I remembered that I had promised to give you all my analysis of how became extinct. So I will. But then, even MORE analyses came to mind. There are many (4) things that I need to speak my mind about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how the heck-sie dinosaurs got extinct. Scientists are obviously split. Ya know what makes me mad? Why can't all scientists agree on something for once? Jeeeeez. Anyway, I read an article in the paper that there is a HUGE hole somewhere in New Mexico that is a mile across, not unlike the Grand Canyon. A select few scientists believe that this was caused by a huge-mongous asteroid that hit the earth back in the day. They believe that the aftershocks caused by asteroids are what eventually killed the beasts, and also managed to wipe out a whole slew of different species. Aftershocks include earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, volcanoes erupting, et cetera et cetera. I felt satisfied with this information. THEN! I read an official article on the internet about a different theory that is also believed to be true. Climate changes (Occuring before the Ice Age) are also believed to what might have caused the demise of the dino's. Dinosaurs had such big bodies yet such small brains that they simply couldn't adjust. What do you believe happened? Think about it. Talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GSN Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have those extra channels, (200s, etc) on your television, you may be aware of GSN, or the Game Show Network. The show has been airing for roughly 2 years. Here is the list of hosts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi Bohay (February 2008-April 2010)&lt;br /&gt;Bob Guiney (June 2009-Present)&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Packard (September 2008-November 2008)&lt;br /&gt;Alfonso Ribiero (September 2008-August 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Fred Roggin (February 2008-July 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Debra Wilson (May 2009-January 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, a bunch of losers. It started great, Besties Heidi and Fred, Partners in Crime. It looked great. But, then they decided that an extra 3 hours were needed to the series that aired during commercial breaks. They tore apart Fred and Heidi and put them with Kelly and Alfonso, respectively. Kelly ditched after 3 months, leaving them in need of a new hostess. Well they brought along Debra, and, just for fun, added Bob to the picture as a guest host. "Guest" didn't last long. He became permanent. 5 hosts. Someone was bound to leave. Fred, who had abandoned the show briefly to report for the Summer Olympics the previous year, was the one who left. And then there were 4. Turns out that Alfonso was busy with his other show (Catch 21) and the millions of other offers coming his way (Not!) He left one month after Fred-sie. Then there were 3! They....were the three best friends that anyone could have, their the three best friends that anyone could have....until.....It was obvious that Deb was being slightly upstaged by her co-hosts. Despite the entertaining promos with her in the picture, Debra was next leave. Things looked decent with the show finally going back to two hosts. Then, suddenly, Heidi had an epiphany, realizing how ridiculous Bob was. Heidi left earlier this month, leaving Bob as the sole host of GSN Live. And like I said, he is ridiculous. Good luck with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baggage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest show on GSN is Baggage. Jerry Springer hosts, so its clearly awesome. Three contenders vie for a date. However, they must reveal three bad things about them so the date knows before he/she goes on an actual date. The picker must choose 1 of the three options, whoever they think has the more reasonable baggage. However, in the end, the picker must reveal baggage about themselves, and the date they chose can choose if they still want to go on the date. The other day, the picker had the worst, most idiotic baggage anyone could ever imagine-She happened to be abducted by aliens--twice. The aliens came to her and asked her to come with them. She felt no danger, so she did. They went up into the spaceship and flew around in the sky. She woke up perfectly fine the next morning. The aliens were grey. They came back a second time, but she told them she didn't want to go with, so they left. What....has our world come to? No, you dumb idiot, you weren't abducted by aliens, no one believes you! What the heck-sie!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be stupidest show...ever. This is my analysis of the characters on the show--It's a family, a family of 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Lauer-The Bipolar Dad--Matt seems like a stand-up guy, I don't like him. He has that face the shows he has a short temper and will pimp-slap Meredith in second if she dare cross him. Then he smiles and says, "Omg! I ran into a deer on my bicycle, I'm an idiot!" Then proceeds to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Curry-Mama Bear--When all chaos ensues, Ann is there to fix it. You go, girl! Probably the only one with a conscience, Ann is always there to help out the unstable hosts (Everyone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Morales-First Born Daughter--Natalie wants to make it, but is always upstaged by her siblings and parents who get the attention. No one remembers Natalie, and if I were her, I would demand that Kathy Lee be put in an elevator, spin her around a few times, give her 6 bottles of champagne, and before you know it, KLG will be out of the picture so Nat can step in as the new host of the 4th hour. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathie Lee Gifford and Hoda Kotb-Clueless Teenage Girls-- They have no idea whats going on. They just sit and talk in their room about Frank Gifford and Hoda's imaginary husband. They only get attention from themselves and their C-List guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Roker-The Immature 7 Year-old Son--It's obvious that Al Roker is an idiot, we know. But the things that come out of his mouth, I swear he is not a stable person. The bratty, inappropriate yet unintentional comments are signs of being like his papa. Thanks, Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith Viera- The Baby--Everyone LOOOOVVVESSSSS Meredith. Miss Popular, the baby always gets the attention. She's stupid, not unlike everyone else!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shove it up your nose, Today Show (Good luck with everything, Natalie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the Analyseseses~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-8948097780366555762?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/8948097780366555762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=8948097780366555762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8948097780366555762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8948097780366555762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/04/four-very-unique-important-analyses.html' title='Four Very Unique, Important Analyses'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-281937668538372702</id><published>2010-04-17T01:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:11:44.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best. Film. Ever. (I hope you can sense the sarcasm.)</title><content type='html'>Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I would like to apologize for my lack blog. I took a break that would hopefully pump me up back into the Blogger's Mode of finding interesting things to talk about. Here's what's been happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Honorable Mention in my Science Fair. Holler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Easter was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was my Spring break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I got 3 teeth pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kansas City with Dad, Jared, and Brother Dave (We now refer to him as the Long-Haired, keep that in mind Josh/Al)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Boston beat the always pitiful Royals. It was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just survived my first week back at school and only have 27 more days to go until I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent this Friday night babysitting (and not getting paid) and surfing TV channels. I stumbled apon a little movie called, "Return to Horror High." I will now give a sypnopsis/review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This sypnopsis/review may contain spoilers. I'm talking to you, Chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago, several brutal murders occurred at Crippen High School. The school is shut down and forgotten about. Until big-shot wannabe director (Steve Rocco? Who?) decides that a great movie plot could take place at the school. Marsha Brady (I refuse to call her by any other name) is at the crime scene when detective shows up. She explains the situation, and its obvious she has the dedication of Halle Berry combined with the brain of Paris Hilton. It's a win-lose situation for her. Covered, bloodied, contorted bodies lay on the ground. The cops investigate as it is shown back through the day what has happened. George Clooney pretending to be a cop shows up, and then dies 5 minutes later. Throughout the film, the audience is left with poop in their pants. A poop of confusion. One person will die, and won't be seen again, while another person dies as the director yells, "Cut!" Audience is shocked that the main character died, even though they didn't!? Things can go either way when it comes to a death scene. Then, the cops circle in on the killer after everyone else has been murdered. They investigate his shrine, and eventually kill him. Then, at the end, it is revealed that person the cops killed was the killer from 5 years ago, but had nothing to do with the murders that have happened. Well, who murdered the other people???? No one. An actor the cops have been questioning walks out and tells the dead bodies still on the ground that, "It's a wrap." The bodies get off, happy that they flimed the movie, and walk around with fake blood all over themselves. They get in their vans and drive away ASAP so cops don't realized that this was all one big horror movie filming and that they just got the wool pulled over their eyes. I would expect this out of you Marsha, but Detective?? Really? Your an idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I intended on watching a horror film and ended up watching a complete spoof was awesome. Although I'm mad at the director for tricking me, on some level, I kind of respect him for it. The witty lines threw off, the blonde chick with boy haircut leading the film, and ending up being diva-actress was brilliant. My confusion over the plot is fading as I realize the things that make sense as I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I give this film a 10 out of 10 for making me laugh at the wittiness of the huiman mind who wrote this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides these great points, the movie kind of sucked. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-281937668538372702?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/281937668538372702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=281937668538372702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/281937668538372702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/281937668538372702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-film-ever-i-hope-you-can-sense.html' title='Best. Film. Ever. (I hope you can sense the sarcasm.)'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2999532748143945869</id><published>2010-03-29T22:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:18:34.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Be Realistic</title><content type='html'>C'mon. Kardashian is not an Armenian name.  That's like saying Smith is a Jamaican last name. I posted that comment on Twitter, only to have someone claiming to speak Armenian tell me that there is a possibility that it is a genuine last name. Hmmm. How do you say, "I didn't ask you to correct me!" in Armenian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that you're wondering how my science presentation went. Well, who knows? We haven't had the actual fair yet, but we did do class presentations and I got good reviews. Unless everyone lied, which would make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 1/2 of a day left before I'm allowed to leave the building for 9 days and be by myself. Here's what usually goes down: I get all excited for break, freak out, then say, "I'm booooooored." My mother gets sick of it after two hours. Which shows signs of impatience. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't want to seem predictable, but I think you all saw this coming. I want to bring a topic to the table that a lot of you would sit at your desktop and say, "Of course, Zach brings up that topic. I can read him like a book." The topic of the day is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck did dinosaurs really get extincted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I are heading off to La Mesa. I'll finish this topic next time. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-2999532748143945869?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2999532748143945869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2999532748143945869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2999532748143945869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2999532748143945869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-be-realistic.html' title='Let&apos;s Be Realistic'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-3872041739848453028</id><published>2010-03-23T23:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:05:54.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Proudest Poem Moments to Date</title><content type='html'>This is a poem I wrote for Literature class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tree is my shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treacherous typhoons tear trees to the turf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say, "Enough with the tree abuse!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tree is my shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always there for me to fall back on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When in doubt, hug a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tree is my shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind me, in front of me, I see trees everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I like what I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tree is my shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hovering over me, blowing in the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swish Swish Swash Swash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tree is my shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS&gt;&gt; If you haven't read it yet, check out my hilarious Birthday Bash Weekend blog post. Holler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-3872041739848453028?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/3872041739848453028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=3872041739848453028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3872041739848453028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3872041739848453028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-of-my-proudest-poem-moments-to-date.html' title='One of My Proudest Poem Moments to Date'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-1652612951055132623</id><published>2010-03-22T16:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:12:05.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach's Weekend Birthday Bash and Other Stories about this Whirlwind of a Week</title><content type='html'>Heyyyyyyy. We have a LOT to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all my birthday was this weekend!~ It was awesome. The fam and I went out to eat at Outback Steakhouse Friday night. The night before was when my father nicknamed this weekend, "Zach's Birthday Weekend Bash" He stuck with it. Saturday was fun. I got my gifts (Popcorn maker, clothes, book, and Magic Bullet) And had an overall fun fantastic day. We had cake Sunday, a wedding cake from Wheatfield's. (yum.) It was a pretty fantastic birthday weekend bash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm working on a Science Fair project. I'm testing to see how different temperatures affect the growth of bacteria. I'm using ager (aww-ger) plates with my experiment. I know you are all really excited to hear about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My March Madness bracket thought it would be funny to sit on top of a cliff, only to to be pushed by the likes of Murray State, Northern Iowa, and St Mary's and plummet to his death. In other words, its busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Celebrity Apprentice has started up again, and I've enjoyed so far. Boy do I get a kick out of Cyndi Lauper. Talk about wack job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite song is called The Story by Brandi Carlile, but I like the version sang by Lacey Brown on American Idol a lot better. Check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life and I'm sorry you had to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-1652612951055132623?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/1652612951055132623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=1652612951055132623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1652612951055132623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1652612951055132623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/03/zachs-weekend-birthday-bash-and-other.html' title='Zach&apos;s Weekend Birthday Bash and Other Stories about this Whirlwind of a Week'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2866221418533737638</id><published>2010-03-13T18:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:24:15.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Peoples.</title><content type='html'>It's a cloudy, yet satisfyingly warm Saturday afternoon. I sit here in my dark basement playing online poker and listening to music. My day has been less than productive. It consisted of watching a Solitary marathon and eating Laughing Cow Cheese (American Swiss) and Crackers. I'm on cloud 9 over the fact that I don't have much homework this nice weekend. Just a book report. And by the way, the book is amazing. It's entitled "Big Mouth and Ugly Girl", by Joyce Carol Oates. It was about a boy who makes a seemingly harmless joke that two students misinterpret. The boy (who nicknames himself Big Mouth) is arrested until a tall, gangly and athletic girl (who nicknames herself Ugly Girl) testifies on his behalf. The pair become friends and eventually fall in love as the big mouth endures many challenges. It was quite satisfactual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I cut myself. The clementines on our counter were looking slightly brown (and tasted disgusting) so mother gave me permission to cut it open, then throw it away. One of my main philosophies is The Bigger, The Better. So I instinctively grabbed the biggest knife I could find. I stab one clementine with the knife, then start cut open the other one with the first clementine still on the point of the knife. The stubborn clementine refuses to be cut, so my finger goes instead. I feel the cut and look down to see split skin. I'm relieved for one millisecond, only to see blood start gushing out. Then the pain sinks in. I scream for Paigethix (my nickname for my younger sister, who occasionally acts like an embecile.) She of course thinks I'm trying to fool her with ketchup, but by the sight of my screeching, she knew better. We went up to the bathroom, ran the finger under cold water, as Paige called mom (whom I just got off the phone with.) Slabbed a Band-Aid (Along with an excessive amount of Neosporin) and now my finger, though still hurting is on its road to recovery. Just another day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-2866221418533737638?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2866221418533737638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2866221418533737638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2866221418533737638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2866221418533737638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-peoples.html' title='Hello Peoples.'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-8553955706592227762</id><published>2010-03-05T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:26:34.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Eyes in the House!!!!!!! (Huge Smile)</title><content type='html'>Whelp, I got my glasses, guys. They're alright, I guess. But no one wants to get glasses, ya know? They're a major buzz kill. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday! I love Fridays more than anything in the whole world, and I hate Sundays, Mondays, and Tuesdays. Haven't we had this discussion, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is indeed that time of the year. It is time for me to give you my 2010 Oscar Picks. The award ceremony will be taking place on Sunday, and everyone is in high gear in the movie industry. Who will win? Who will fail horrendously? Who will pull a Bjork? In two days, these questions will be answered. But who cares about that stuff right now? Let's get to my predictions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Supporting Actress:&lt;br /&gt; My order to win:&lt;br /&gt;1. Monique, Precious, Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;2. Anna Kendrick, Up in the Air&lt;br /&gt;3. Maggie Gyllenhaal, Crazy Heart&lt;br /&gt;4. Vera Farmiga, Up in the Air&lt;br /&gt;5. Penelope Cruz, Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Will Most Likely Win: Monique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, this one is a given. This year in the film Precious, Monique played villain/abusive Mama Mary Jones. Messed up mothers are shoe-ins for the award. Anna Kendrick will come in 2nd, because the Academy loves that young girl who did good. The rest are Wild Cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Supporting Actor:&lt;br /&gt;My Order to Win:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stanley Tucci, The Lovely Bones&lt;br /&gt;2. Matt Damon, Invictus&lt;br /&gt;3. Woody Harrelson, The Messenger&lt;br /&gt;4. Christoph Waltz, Inglourious Basterds&lt;br /&gt;5. Christopher Plummer, The Last Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Will Most Likely Win: Christoph Waltz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newbie Christoph Waltz, like Monique, has been sweeping awards this season, and the Oscars won't be any different. However, from what I've seen in trailers, I don't understand what all the fuss is about. I think the award should go to Stanley Tucci, for his work as a serial killer. The Lovely Bones looked good, but it didn't live up to expectations. Someone deserves credit for this so-so movie. Matt Damon should come in 2nd since Morgan Freeman won't win Best Actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Actress:&lt;br /&gt;My Order:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sandra Bullock, The Blind Side&lt;br /&gt;2. Gabourey Sidibe, Precious: Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;3. Carey Mulligan, An Education&lt;br /&gt;4. Meryl Streep, Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;br /&gt;5. Helen Mirren, The Last Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Will Most Likely Win: Sandra Bullock or Meryl Streep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. A lot of people think Meryl Streep will win. I disagree completely. People say she didn't act, she impersonated Julia Child in her film. She deserves an Oscar for that? I can watch FANTASTIC impersonations on Saturday Night Live, but those people don't get Emmy's, much less Oscars! Sandra Bullock's breakthrough performance as strict, open mother Leigh Anne Tuoghy is breathtaking. Not only has her transition to dramatic films been amazing, but the little things Sandra does in little scenes of the movie seem effortless, yet they still amaze me when I watch them. Sandra deserves an Oscar. Don't get me wrong, I like Meryl Streep, but she's had her time. She has been nominated for 16 Oscars. She's lost a lot, but some of her older performances have deserved an Oscar more than her latest one. Why should she win for something that wasn't as good as the last? Despite this, newcomer Gabby Sidibe or petite little Carey Mulligan may be able to pull huge upsets over both Sandra and Meryl. And Helen Mirren, well, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor:&lt;br /&gt;My Order:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jeff Bridges, Crazy Heart&lt;br /&gt;2. George Clooney, Up in the Air&lt;br /&gt;3. Morgan Freeman, Invictus&lt;br /&gt;4. Jeremy Renner, The Hurt Locker&lt;br /&gt;5. Colin Firth, A Single Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Will Most Likely Win: Jeff Bridges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it. This one is a no-brainer. Jeffy will finally win something. Yipee. George is overrated, so he won't be awarded ANYTHING! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. Morgan, Jeremy, and Colin have no chance either. Like I said, no brainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Director:&lt;br /&gt;My Order:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kathryn Bigelow, The Hurt Locker,&lt;br /&gt;2. James Cameron, Avatar&lt;br /&gt;3. Lee Daniels, Precious: Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;4. Quentin Tarantino, Inglourious Basterds&lt;br /&gt;5. Jason Reitman, Up in the Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Will Most Likely Win: Kathryn Bigelow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real contenders here just so happen to be Exes. And I think the Academy will have a hard time not giving the award to Kathryn, but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture:&lt;br /&gt;My Order:&lt;br /&gt;1. Avatar&lt;br /&gt;2.The Blind Side&lt;br /&gt;3. Precious: Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;4. Up&lt;br /&gt;5. An Education&lt;br /&gt;6. The Hurt Locker&lt;br /&gt;7. Inglourious Basterds&lt;br /&gt;8. Up in the Air&lt;br /&gt;9. A Serious Man&lt;br /&gt;10. District 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Will Most Likely Win: Avatar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, this may be a year when the person who wins Best Director doesn't get the award for Best Picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune into the Academy Awards Sunday night at 7:00 p.m. on ABC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-8553955706592227762?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/8553955706592227762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=8553955706592227762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8553955706592227762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8553955706592227762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/03/four-eyes-in-house-huge-smile.html' title='Four Eyes in the House!!!!!!! (Huge Smile)'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-6980206129275466987</id><published>2010-02-25T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:47:45.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Proud Because I Thought Of An Awesome Title For My Next Blog Post</title><content type='html'>Well, after the eye appointment, there was an obvious consensus. I'm getting glasses. My right is my dominant, meaning when I read, my right eye leads the way. However, my right eye is weak sauce. My left is poifect. So I'm getting glasses maybe this weekend, if not, Monday or Tuesday. And for my first post with glasses, I thought of a decent title for my post. What is it? I ain't gonna tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final Creighton game was Saturday, and it was awesome. I loved it, as usual. It was Senior Day, so we got to see Justin Carter, Cavel Witter, and Chad (Loser) Millard. They all cried, and the famous old lady yelled, "Make some Noise!" It was good. Sadly, I have to go now. BYEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-6980206129275466987?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/6980206129275466987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=6980206129275466987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6980206129275466987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6980206129275466987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/02/really-proud-because-i-thought-of.html' title='Really Proud Because I Thought Of An Awesome Title For My Next Blog Post'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-568825104879640506</id><published>2010-02-19T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:40:43.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.</title><content type='html'>First off, (long heavy sigh) I'd like to apologize for being to lazy to blog these past few weeks. But, please forgive me. Things have been hectic, and now that I'm almost done with this busy stage I'm going through, I've decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to start off by telling you that Tiger Woods is still dead to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to tell you that Survivor: Heroes Vs. Villains has started up. So far, Sugar and Stephenie from the Heroes have been eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to tell you about my eyes. Since early January, I've had trouble seeing the overhead in World Geography. Personally, I thought the overhead was messed up, so I brushed it off. Yesterday, I had a terrible realization. It's not the overhead that has a problem. In Spanish, while viewing a PowerPoint, I could see diddly squat. I scooted up to the third row, and yes, I could see...but it was blurry!?!? And finally when I went up to see my teacher, it was clear. Talk about a wake-up call. I informed my mom about this, and I have an eye appointment tomorrow, to see what's going on. Funny enough, two years ago around this time, Jared had to get glasses because he had the same problem!!! Irony? Or does it run in my genes? So, family, don't be surprised to see me with glasses on Easter, but nothing's official. Thank you for your time, I'll start blogging again, promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-568825104879640506?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/568825104879640506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=568825104879640506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/568825104879640506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/568825104879640506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/02/yeah.html' title='Yeah.'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-9015315447893671819</id><published>2010-02-06T22:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:21:24.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refusing to Apologize</title><content type='html'>Yeah, whatever. I know I promised to blog this week, but I couldn't. And that is the truth. I came down with a crappy case of strep throat, and when I wasn't passed out on the ground drooling all over with my strep throat-ness, I was denied computer access because if Paige or Jared got the virus, the world would end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've since been medicated (And let me tell ya, the pills I have to take are enormous!) and I feel a lot better. But now I have a cold. Yesterday my nose was stuffed more than a deer's head on a mantle. And now I have the occasional "cough cough." And a sucky part about it was that I missed 3 days of school, and those days were gonna be fun! AND.....I have to make up homework. I. Hate. Homework. Especially A LOT of homework. I don't get math because I wasn't even there to learn it and then we have a test Tuesday. Oh, and I missed the party Friday. Uggggggh. Clearly, I'm not bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Sicky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-9015315447893671819?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/9015315447893671819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=9015315447893671819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/9015315447893671819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/9015315447893671819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/02/refusing-to-apologize.html' title='Refusing to Apologize'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-3325393640714239555</id><published>2010-01-31T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:36:44.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok</title><content type='html'>Yabos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lack of posts in the last few weeks. I've been busy with school and basketball. Expect a long post within the next three days, most likely Tuesday. We have a lot to catch up on! Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-3325393640714239555?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/3325393640714239555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=3325393640714239555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3325393640714239555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3325393640714239555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/01/ok.html' title='Ok'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-1727959386260783376</id><published>2010-01-24T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:31:10.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandra Bullock</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I am somewhat of an actor. As an actor, I feel obliged to see a lot of movies. However, I don't get to see a lot of movies. So I WikiPedia them. However, this winter, I had the opportunity to see The Blind Side with, you guessed it, Sandra Bullock. She's since won a Critic's Choice Award, a Golden Globe Award, and a Screen Actor's Guild (SAG) Award. This has made me....zapping ecstatic. I have been a major fan of Sandy's ever since she starred in Miss Congeniality. She's since starred in films such as Crash, The Lake House, Premonition, and The Proposal. And finally, she's being recognized for her acting chops. I mean, she's great, but she's never got the right role to put her in this position of glory. She's great as a comedic actress, but the Blind Side has shown how good of a dramatic actress she can be! And, I'm not the only one in the Yabo household whose a fan. Mother is satisfied. Brother thinks she's a "good actress." Father wants her to win the Academy Award. Father also liked her in Speed, but her performance was ruined because Keanu Reeves was in the movie, and according to father, Keanu Reeves is one of the worst actors ever. My opinion? Who would name their son Keanu anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see about that Oscar ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-1727959386260783376?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/1727959386260783376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=1727959386260783376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1727959386260783376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1727959386260783376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/01/sandra-bullock.html' title='Sandra Bullock'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-6616755196809662147</id><published>2010-01-21T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:49:51.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word Mad is a Zappin' Understatement!</title><content type='html'>Unless you've been living under a rock, in a coma, or been on vacation in the country of Zimbabwe for the last two weeks, then you probably know about the Conan O'Brien, Jay Leno, Late night fiasco. Well, I'm very angry. Today, January 21, it was announced that after 7 months of hosting, Conan O'Brien is departing from The Tonight Show because Jay Leno's show sucks at everything, and Jay has to be a little girl and get his/her way about everything. Conan O'Brien moved his staff, and himself all the way to Los Angeles so he could host the Tonight Show. Jay Leno said he would retire. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! The little girl wants to keep hosting because he/she realized that he/she should've never retired in the first place. So he/she gets a primetime show that sucks because people have better things to do at that time of night. So he/she wants another show. And NBC, who, I swear is run by a bunch of 3-year-olds and a few chimpanzees, decides to give the little girl his/her way. But Conan rightfully rejects the offer to switch timeslots for Princess Jay, and NBC fires him, but gives him money in the process. The contract reportedly says that Conan cannot say anything bad about NBC (so I will) and he can't appear on television until September 1st, 2010. I'm probably angrier than Conan. Jay Leno has lost my viewership and unless he has a guest that appeals to me, I plan on switching to Letterman and the always fun extra Chelsea Lately rerun. Sorry Jay. You've lost my respect, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TeAm CoCo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-6616755196809662147?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/6616755196809662147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=6616755196809662147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6616755196809662147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6616755196809662147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/01/word-mad-is-zappin-understatement.html' title='The Word Mad is a Zappin&apos; Understatement!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-5893474561761915010</id><published>2010-01-16T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:51:53.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Happenings</title><content type='html'>Believe or not, this week was actually quite busy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had like 5 tests since its the end of the quarter. Spelling was easy. Spanish? Piece of cake. Religion Quiz/Prayer Test? Amen. Math-Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate math. I don't like math. Put it any way you want, but I do not enjoy Mathematics. "You're gonna be using it all your life!" If I am truly going to be using this information all of my life, then I'm willing to hire an accountant. It's boring, stupid, doesn't really make sense most of the time, and difficult to work. I'm mulling for a good grade on that test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will be working a Steak Fry for service hours. The terrible thing about working it is that I don't get to eat the steak. I've never worked one of these before, so I haven't the slightest clue if I get a break or what job I'll be doing. However, I'm busboy, I'll be mad. Who would want to work as a busboy? Why would one even consider placing one's hand on someone else's forks and plates? I mean, at least use some rubber gloves or something. I hope I can just like be a waiter or attempt to sell raffle tickets or something like that. Oh, well. I volunteered, and besides, it's Service Hours for Confirmation! Can I get a what-what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tomorrow I have a basketball game a nooner. I really want to play on my school's new gym floor, even though I don't think the floor is "all that." It was different from what I expected it to be, and its already got some scratches and people keep spilling stuff on it during lunch ("MY GOD!") Hahaha. Inside joke, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an even better aspect of this weekend is that I have no homework. Not a single ounce of it. I'm quite a happy camper about that. Well, now you know about my amazing life. Lucky you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-5893474561761915010?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/5893474561761915010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=5893474561761915010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5893474561761915010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5893474561761915010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-happenings.html' title='2010 Happenings'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2739474294447854527</id><published>2010-01-12T18:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:02:59.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night in the Life of a Sleep-Walker</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentleman, I have a G-R-E-A-T story for you. Unless my mother has already gotten to you first, then that changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I couldn't sleep. For some reason, whenever I have a sleep-walking experience, its on nights that I'm unable to sleep. Anyway, I felt myself get out of bed at what my brain was telling me was 6:30 a.m. I grabbed my uniform and took it with me to the shower. It was weird. I could feel myself walking, but I had no self-control. I get in the tub, somehow turn on the shower, and go blank. I think I really woke up in the shower. I had my eyes closed, but I was conscious. I got out of the shower and laid down on the rug. Then, fully awake, eyes wide open, I brushed my teeth, applied deodorant, et cetera et cetera. Then, I realize that, no, I hadn't grabbed my uniform to change into, I had grabbed a pair of shorts. I walk out with a towel wrapped around my waist, only to find that everyone was asleep. I walk into my room, to look at my clock. It goes from 2:59 to 3:00 a.m. It was NOT 6:30. My mother asks me the same question I'm asking myself, "What the heck just happened?" She interrogates me. Are you confused? Are you sick? Did you throw up? No. I think I would've known if I did any of that. She convinces me to go back to bed. I am awaken at the REAL 6:30 in the morning, and I don't have to take a shower! hahaha. I explain to my mother that it must have been sleep walking. I get to school, and all my friends are in shock, disbelief, and every single one of them found the story quite humorous. Now I think that I'm like Katie from Paranormal Activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the life of an avid sleep-walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-2739474294447854527?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2739474294447854527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2739474294447854527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2739474294447854527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2739474294447854527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-in-life-of-sleep-walker.html' title='A Night in the Life of a Sleep-Walker'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-1750620189450287951</id><published>2010-01-08T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:38:05.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Paranormal Activity</title><content type='html'>Hello, YaboManiacs,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, I'd like to apologize for not blogging this past week. Monday and Tuesday I had school, and these last 3 days I've been taking advantage of my snow days. It was nice, thanks for asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, me and my chums watched a little independent film by the name of Paranormal Activity. Jared was scarred (Yes scarred, not scared) from the movie, so I couldn't wait to feast my eyes upon this horror flick. It's time for another movie review:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sypnosis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie and Micah (no last names) have been together for 3 years. Ever since she was 8 years old, Katie has been somewhat haunted by something. Over the past few weeks, things have gotten worse and more frequent. She wakes up with nightmares and occasionally here noises in the house. Her boyfriend Micah is determined to capture the presence with a camera that rolls all day. After calling in a psychic, the two learn that the house isn't the problem- It's Katie. Whatever this thing is, it's not gonna go away. The being begins to strain the couple's relationship. How can they stop this from ruining their lives?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was great. It was well-shot, kept me interested, and had plot twists that I've never seen in a horror film. By far, one of the best movies, let alone horror film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cast:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie, played by Katie Featherston: Great actress. A very believable performance as a 20-something year old being stalked by an unknown presence. In her first real film, Featherston proves she can play anything-possessed woman, sweet girl, this woman has potential&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micah, played by Micah Sloat: A persistent character, Katie's boyfriend of 3 years. Micah, a day trader, is determined to figure out what is haunting his live-in lover. He uses a camera to record all that goes on, even when they are sleeping. After awhile Katie protests to get rid of the camera, thinking it's making the presence angry. Micah persists. Micah Sloat was good to play the annoying, idiotic man. The character won't leave his messed up girlfriend. If that's not love, I don't know what is. Another believable performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor Friedrichs, played by Mark Friedrichs, is the psychic that comes and helps the couple. Mark's performance of a professional was good, but doesn't compare to the others. The psychic, however becomes a problem instead of helping it, so he abandons the couple for their own safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amber, played by Amber Armstrong, Katie's best friend. She tries to help in the two scenes she's in, but she just doesn't understand the seriousness of the situation. Armstrong sucked as a supporting actress, and I'd like to see her in another film that could help bring out her true abilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, there were only 4 people in the main cast. It was a fantastic movie. I recommend it to anyone 12 years old or older, and is willing to scream out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-1750620189450287951?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/1750620189450287951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=1750620189450287951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1750620189450287951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1750620189450287951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-review-paranormal-activity.html' title='Movie Review: Paranormal Activity'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-3188997157834005191</id><published>2009-12-31T01:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:43:58.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Final Post of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Well, you crazy Yabo-Maniacs, my time year, blogging wise, is over. This will be my final 2009 post. This year, I'd like to have a 2009 Year in Review. I will be blogging about my feelings of what happened in the news this year:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris Brown, Kanye West, and Tiger Woods have lost any ounce of respect that they ever had from me. I said it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celebrities have passed: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natasha Richardson, the mother from "The Parent Trap"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Jackson, the King of Pop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billy Mays, The only person I've ever known to yell when they're happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farrah Fawcett, Charlie's Favorite Angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Brittany Murphy, That one actress that seemed likable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And so many more. Just think, millions of lives could be saved. Just call now, and adopt one these fragile celebrities. You, yes you, can save a life. (This is me turning celebrities into those puppies from those Humane Society commercials)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We have our first black President in office *Applause* I know everyone who reads this blog HATES him, so I'll leave it at that. By the way, I'm a Democrat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Health care reform. Blah Blah Blah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's been a HUGE year for social networking. Twitter. Facebook. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jim and Pam got married on The Office.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon and Kate Plus 8 are losers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;David Letterman still has my respect. I don't know why.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow. Now that I think about it, this year wasn't that exciting. Hmmm. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well gotta go. Sorry for making such a lame year in review. I thought I might've had more to say. Sorry/// Well, I'm wishing you all a fantastic New Year. Please stay healthy and hearty.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color Me Gone for one final time in oh-nine,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/8234118392970064055-3188997157834005191?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/3188997157834005191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=3188997157834005191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3188997157834005191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3188997157834005191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-final-post-of-2009.html' title='My Final Post of 2009'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-6912234191372072092</id><published>2009-12-25T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:33:11.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29 and Day 30: A great Christmas so far, and by the way......I GOT A SHIRT WITH MY FACE ON IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Fahoo fores dahoo dores&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Christmas come this way&lt;br /&gt;Fahoo fores dahoo dores&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Christmas, Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, welcome fahoo ramus&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, welcome dahoo damus&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day is in our grasp&lt;br /&gt;So long as we have hands to clasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahoo fores dahoo dores&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Christmas bring your cheer&lt;br /&gt;Fahoo fores dahoo dores&lt;br /&gt;Welcome all Whos far and near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's been a fantastic Christmas so far! Last night was fun! I love the gift exchange and when Jef- I mean Santa, comes to visit! However, I didn't feel the greatest. My stomach didn't hurt, but it felt a little queazy and my mother was begging for the fire to be on, which I didn't want or need. I got home, tested out a ShamWOW (It's kinda bogus.) Watched Chelsea Lately and headed off to DreamLand. I had trouble getting to sleep! I didn't fall asleep till about midnight and was quickly woken up by Paige at 7:10. "Zach we can open our presents now." Um, NO. Presents are nice, but every time I open presents I feel bad because now I have to wait a whole another year until I get to do it again. I try to savor every moment. So I replied, "5 more minutes" and proceeded to slam my face back into my pillow. 5 minutes later, I'm being told that yes, it has been 5 minutes. I get up, and go downstairs with the rest of my family. We had to wait for mom though because she had to let Kobe out through the front door since the back door was frozen shut and the snow was up to our waists. Mom leaving meant more time to spare! She did, however, return and we opened our presents. I have to say, my presents were pretty sweet!!!! I got a new knit cap, pants, a Pittsburgh Pirates Christmas ornament, iTunes, A "The Office" calendar for my room, candy, $10 gift card to Targetto. Also.............an iHome!!!!! A lamp for me to read in my room at night!!!!! A picture of my Memaw for my room!!! A hunting game for the Wii!! And a bedside table. Now, I have to admit, the bedside table is a funny story. In 4th grade, I got a stuff animal that I became obsessed with. It was like a little puffin, a relative of the penguin. My mom had recently purchased a coffee maker, and I took the box to make a home for my stuffed animal. Over the next 3 years, the box became a little table for me to rest my cups, books, etc on. It irked my mom, but I found the box useful. Now, FINALLY, I have a table to set all my things on!!! Yayyyy!!!!! However, I must never forget that box that got me through over the years. I have placed in the basement, and labeled it, "Zach's Box." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And. Finally. Another story about another gift. Last night at the gift exchange, I picked a box that I was hoping had an entertaining shirt in it. It did! It had a shirt with my face (which I didn't even recognize!!!!!!) and the name of my blog on it. I was ecstatic to have been lucky enough to receive that shirt. Then, right out of the blue, my Uncle Al stole it from me. I was downcast. I then received a cocktail book. Thanks for taking that off my shoulders, Sarah. And then I got a dashboard thing for my car. I don't have a car. We'll keep that one in the basement for a few years....I went home and while I was in bed, I started putting two and two together. Why had Al stolen it from me? Why had my mother not let me steal it back? Hmmmmm. This morning, I got the pleasant surprise I was hoping for. Signed from Uncle Al, I got the shirt in a perfect size. The two other shirts from the exchange had problems, and I was getting the perfect shirt in the morning. So, now, I want to thank Mom and Uncle Al, for concocting this plan for me. The shirt is amazing. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas to one and all! It's been a great 30 days.....even if I skipped a few times!!!! Can't wait till next year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zach :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-6912234191372072092?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/6912234191372072092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=6912234191372072092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6912234191372072092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6912234191372072092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-29-and-day-30-great-christmas-so.html' title='Day 29 and Day 30: A great Christmas so far, and by the way......I GOT A SHIRT WITH MY FACE ON IT!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7474012937392786464</id><published>2009-12-23T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:39:48.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27 and 28: A(nother) Blizzard is Coming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Oh the weather outside is frightful&lt;br /&gt;But the fire is so delightful&lt;br /&gt;And since we've no place to go&lt;br /&gt;Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am mad. A blizzard is coming and is allegedly going to ruin my Christmas. If my Christmas is ruined by snow, I will be a very unpleasant blogger. I can assure you. And another thing. Yes, we already had 3 snow days, but the one day there's an ice storm we don't get another snow day. Cuz we have break. hahah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And may I remind you this isn't the first "blizzard" we've had this December? Why do we need another one? Why you gotta be like that, Mother Earth?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, there is something I want to talk about. Jared and I both have very different tastes in music. Recently, Jared has became obsessed with this band called, "All Time Low." I think they are just alright, better than some bands he listens to. And, now, finally, All Time Low has given me and Jared the opportunity to agree on a song. It's called "Remembering Sunday," and I just finished playing it for the 3rd or 4th time on YouTube. It's a great song, I'm not gonna lie. And, since Jared doesn't read this blog, he'll never know that I admitted defeat!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-7474012937392786464?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7474012937392786464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7474012937392786464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7474012937392786464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7474012937392786464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-27-and-28-another-blizzard-is.html' title='Day 27 and 28: A(nother) Blizzard is Coming.'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-1777760932424934723</id><published>2009-12-21T17:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:14:05.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26: America, Shut Your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here we come a-caroling&lt;br /&gt;Among the leaves so green,&lt;br /&gt;Here we come a wand'ring,&lt;br /&gt;So fair to be seen. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, America has angered me with their reactions to last night's winner of Survivor, Natalie White. I know that most of my readers don't tune into Survivor, so here's what you need to know. Russell Hantz, from day one, has been a complete jerk. He has manipulated the game, broken promises, and overall been a complete loser. Natalie has ridden on his back the entire time, sneaking her way through, while Russell made despicable moves. Last night, the jury voted for Natalie to win the game, a million dollars, and the title of Sole Survivor. Americans are displeased. Some state that Russell played the game incredibly and made big moves that often changed the game and that he deserved to win the game. I beg to differ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Natalie played the game wisely. She stayed silent while Russell made the big moves that cost him the game. What Russell didn't realize is that Survivor is a social game. You can NOT go around, shoot off your big mouth, have an arrogant attitude, and over-sized ego, and expect to win this game. Natalie hooked on with the jerk-of-a-leader, played a good social game, and got people to like her. Russell was just a jerk, who manipulated the game, which eventually cost him the game. Natalie deserved the win, and I'm glad she got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color Me Opinionated,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS Who guessed number 10?????????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-1777760932424934723?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/1777760932424934723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=1777760932424934723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1777760932424934723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1777760932424934723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-26-america-shut-your-face.html' title='Day 26: America, Shut Your Face'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2236097940730940777</id><published>2009-12-20T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:02:15.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24: This post has two titles: About to Lose It and Who Guessed It?</title><content type='html'>All I want for Christmasis my two front teeth,my two front teeth,see my two front teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to Lose It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that one actress, Brittany Murphy, the one who was the girl Penguin in Happy Feet? Well, apparently she has died of Cardiac Arrest at age 32. Her death has killed my happy day. :(  Cardiac Arrest is the same cause of death of Michael Jackson. There is a lot going on. Death: Natural causes? Cardiac arrest? What? Her husband is refusing an autopsy. What is he hiding? I can't help but think the worst. It's weird. She has allegations of plastic surgery and drugs in the past, but she has came out and said that its all FALSE. I've said it before, I'll say it again. WikiPedia, the Free Encyclopedia, is an abundant amount of information. Just call me Ryan Seacrest. No, actually don't. Don't call me Ryan Seacrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Guessed It?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who guessed the number "10" correctly. It's been 10 this whole time. Leave an honest comment now, or forever hold your peace. If you lie, I will find out, and you won't get a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-2236097940730940777?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2236097940730940777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2236097940730940777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2236097940730940777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2236097940730940777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-24-this-post-has-two-titles-about.html' title='Day 24: This post has two titles: About to Lose It and Who Guessed It?'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7737137677241294514</id><published>2009-12-19T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:58:17.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23 and 24: Planets and Aliens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I'm Mister White Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mister Snow&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mister Icicle&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mister Ten Below&lt;br /&gt;Friends call me Snow Miser,&lt;br /&gt;What ever I touch&lt;br /&gt;Turns to snow in my clutch&lt;br /&gt;I'm too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, I thought we'd talk about aliens. Recently, we talked about Earth, moon, and sun in Science class. Next chapter we will continue talking about our solar system. Ever since 10 minutes ago, I have been extremely fascinated with the planets. Particularly Mercury and Neptune. And also, Uranus! Hahaha, I hope Joe is reading this. haha. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mercury is the closest planet to the sun, which I find extremely scary. What if the Sun decides that he/she wants to move a little closer. Good luck with everything, Mercury.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neptune is all by him/herself at the end, now that that minority of a planet Pluto is out of the picture. If the sun goes on a major rampage, Neptune will be the last official planet knocked out of the solar system. Unless, of course, the sun goes in different directions instead of a straight line. Then, it would fair game for everyone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now I would like to discuss aliens. Nay. Extra terrestrials. I don't believe in them. There are a few planets named "Terrestrial planets," meaning they have similarities to planet Earth. Same rock and stuff. Well, if there are living beings of the 4th kind living on other planets, how come they aren't smart enough to, I don't know, build space probes, and space stations, and other space buildings and launch them into space. Only people from planet Earth have done that. And I find it hard to believe that even if there are extra terrestrials, they cannot find a way to do something that we have been doing for over 50 years. Wow. I'm pretty good at this Scientology stuff. Thank you for reading my intellectualocity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By the way, no one didn't get the poll right.......Again.........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-7737137677241294514?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7737137677241294514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7737137677241294514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7737137677241294514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7737137677241294514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-23-and-24-planets-and-aliens.html' title='Day 23 and 24: Planets and Aliens'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-5919441382909349693</id><published>2009-12-17T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:40:34.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 20, 21, and 22: Sorry, OK!</title><content type='html'>O Robo-Tree, O Robo-Tree&lt;br /&gt;Your programmed just to thrill us&lt;br /&gt;O Robo-Tree, O Robo-Tree&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas, please don't kill us&lt;br /&gt;We didn't mean, to make you frown&lt;br /&gt;Release our kids, and put them down&lt;br /&gt;O Robo-Tree, O Robo-Tree&lt;br /&gt;Your programmed just to thrill us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not blogging for a few days. I needed a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the Creighton game. It was bombin'. Creighton almost blew it (like always) in the second half, but of course came back and eventually won. Yip. Pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the final regular day of school for 2009. Thank God. Tomorrow we go to church, clean, and have our Christmas parties. I am BEYOND ready for my Christmas break. Like I said, people always need a break once in a while! And guess what?! I already have 3, I repeat, 3 Christmas presents under the Christmas tree! That's more the anyone in my whole family! Wowza! Maybe, just maybe, it's gonna be my year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-5919441382909349693?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/5919441382909349693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=5919441382909349693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5919441382909349693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5919441382909349693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/days-20-21-and-22-sorry-ok.html' title='Days 20, 21, and 22: Sorry, OK!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-4483527259589844350</id><published>2009-12-14T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:31:20.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19: Clarification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Have a holly, jolly Christmas;&lt;br /&gt;It's the best time of the year&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there'll be snow&lt;br /&gt;but have a cup of cheer&lt;br /&gt;Have a holly, jolly Christmas;&lt;br /&gt;And when you walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;Say Hello to friends you know&lt;br /&gt;and everyone you meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would like to make a clarification regarding my the title of my previous post. The phrase, "gato es fea" is a common phrase used by one of my classmates, that he made up while we were playing a Spanish game. It has no reference to any human, just a simple statement proclaiming that the feline is unattractive. Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The play went AMAZING! And so did today's performance. Everyone memorized their lines and sang their songs beautifully. Congratulations, to all!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 1/2 more days till Christmas break!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;peace OUT home DAWG!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-4483527259589844350?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/4483527259589844350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=4483527259589844350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4483527259589844350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4483527259589844350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-19-clarification.html' title='Day 19: Clarification'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2634627474592968060</id><published>2009-12-13T17:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:57:52.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18: Gato es Fea!</title><content type='html'>Children, sleeping.Snow is softly falling.Dreams are calling,Like bells in the distance.We were dreamers,Not so long ago.But one by one, weAll had to grow up.When it seems the magic slipped away...We find it all again on Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gato es fea is spanish. It translates to Cat is an ugly girl. Lol. Sorry. I'm a little nervous. Tonight is the quote big night end quote. We're performing The Christmas Carol tonight and I'm about to go get a diaper for myself. I'm extremely nervous and I'm freaking out. I apologize. I am too nervous. I have to go. Wish me luck. Gato es fea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Scared,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-2634627474592968060?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2634627474592968060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2634627474592968060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2634627474592968060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2634627474592968060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-18-gato-es-fea.html' title='Day 18: Gato es Fea!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-4343579032647762608</id><published>2009-12-12T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:50:50.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: WE WON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="FontSize10" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up on the housetop, reindeer pause&lt;br /&gt;Out jumps good ol' Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Down through the chimney with lots of toys&lt;br /&gt;All for the little ones, Christmas joys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="FontSize10" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go?&lt;br /&gt;Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go?&lt;br /&gt;Up on the housetop, click, click, click,&lt;br /&gt;Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="FontSize10" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="FontSize10" style="text-align: left;font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. I am proud to tell you that my team won our basketball game today......................becuase the other team didn't show up...............................................yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="FontSize10" style="text-align: left;font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="FontSize10" style="text-align: left;font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So. Well, the Heisman is tonight. And I am pulling for a win for Ndamukong Suh. Ndamukong is a really fun name to say, even if you have no idea how to say it. Which many people don't. Don't believe Suh should win? Take a looksie. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faniq.com/article/Ndamukong-Suh-should-win-the-Heisman-Trophy-1920816?ref=fromTS"&gt;http://www.faniq.com/article/Ndamukong-Suh-should-win-the-Heisman-Trophy-1920816?ref=fromTS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="FontSize10" style="text-align: left;font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If that still doesn't convince you, fine. Be that way. I don't even care.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="FontSize10" style="text-align: left;font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="FontSize10" style="text-align: left;font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color mE gOne,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="FontSize10" style="text-align: left;font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-4343579032647762608?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/4343579032647762608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=4343579032647762608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4343579032647762608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4343579032647762608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-17-we-won.html' title='Day 17: WE WON!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-851001503072101335</id><published>2009-12-12T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:42:52.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16: Losers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small; color: rgb(0, 128, 128); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;'ll be home for Christmas;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me.&lt;br /&gt;Please have snow and mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;And presents on the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;You are all losers. No one correctly guessed the answer on the poll. Therefore, I will put the poll back up. Until someone guesses correctly. However this time I will put up the numbers that weren't guessed. And, there will be a prize. A ten dollar gift card to Target! Whoever guesses the correct answer, I will give them the gift card. But, you have to let me know if you correctly guessed it. Otherwise I will keep the gift card to myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Yaaaaaaaaawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Ugh. Right now I am putting my legs up against the back of the computer desk and dude I think my legs have GROWWN. They're feeling quite cramped up. Not usual though////////////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Well, I'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Color me Gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-851001503072101335?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/851001503072101335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=851001503072101335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/851001503072101335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/851001503072101335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-16-losers.html' title='Day 16: Losers'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-4159089054293295111</id><published>2009-12-10T23:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:11:05.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15: Seriously, Just Stop</title><content type='html'>Just hear those sleigh bells jingling,ring ting tingling too Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you,Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "Yoo hoo,"Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick of this annoying Tiger Woods stuff. Yes. He cheated. With like 17,693 people. His wife is an idiot. And did I mention HE'S A FATHER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm like really starving. Ha ha. Well today was yet another snow day. It was, once again, relaxing. And guess what? I don't have school tomorrow either. It's Stewardship Day. Really, its a day off because of the Christmas Program (that got canceled) WE HAVEN'T HAD ANY TIME TO REHEARSE THIS WEEK. We need to rehearse. The play is Sunday. Tomorrow we are going to school to rehearse. We need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I really, really do not like Jonas Brothers or Justin Bieber. Mk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-4159089054293295111?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/4159089054293295111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=4159089054293295111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4159089054293295111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4159089054293295111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-15-seriously-just-stop.html' title='Day 15: Seriously, Just Stop'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7212521322869315678</id><published>2009-12-10T13:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:32:18.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: Yup, It Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring&lt;br /&gt;Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun&lt;br /&gt;Now the jingle hop has begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;The blizzard came alright. And it sucked. The snow was up to my thighs, which is pretty much ridiculous. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;I had to shovel. I didn't need any help. But of course Jared and Father insisted that Jared help me. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Well, school has been canceled for tomorrow because the sissy snow plow guys aren't done with the streets. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Hmmm. There seems to be a pattern in my sentences. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;WOW! I just decided that that little thing up above is a poem! hahah. Its entitled....wait for it....Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Color Me Whatever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Zachary&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-7212521322869315678?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7212521322869315678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7212521322869315678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7212521322869315678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7212521322869315678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-14-yup-it-came.html' title='Day 14: Yup, It Came'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-8848847329782094346</id><published>2009-12-08T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:40:20.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: A Blizzard is Coming</title><content type='html'>Toyland, Toyland, Little girl and boy land, While you dwell within it, You are ever happy then.Childhood's joyland, Mystic, merry Toyland! Once you pass its borders, You can ne'er return again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school tomorrow, either. I'm Paul ummm. Paul..........??? Paul Stone? Paul Blunt? Whats his name? OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Paul Revere. hahahhaha that's his name! Thanks, WikiPedia! Anyway, I'm Paul Revere, the Blizzard is coming, the blizzard is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High tech gifts are clever, the newest iWhatever. Please dont tell me that I am the only person to see that commercial. Otherwise, life is gonna be pretty awkward for the next few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, I did all the things I said I was going to do. It was worthwhile. Sorry. Time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Menu:&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;Bacon&lt;br /&gt;Eggs&lt;br /&gt;Coffee and Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-8848847329782094346?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/8848847329782094346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=8848847329782094346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8848847329782094346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8848847329782094346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-13-blizzard-is-coming.html' title='Day 13: A Blizzard is Coming'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-3719385988447363120</id><published>2009-12-08T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:58:36.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: Wish Granted</title><content type='html'>Through the years We all will be together,If the Fates allowHang a shining star upon the highest bough.And have yourself A merry little Christmas now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school Tuesday! Yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball practice tonight. It went splendid, and rather quicker than usual. I was working on homework, heard the news, yet continued to do homework. I love snowdays. No homework! No school! NO MATH!!!! Ahhhhhh. I hate math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Days are good for many reasons. I get stay home and watch The Price is Right. It will NEVER be the same without Bob Barker. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to eat Ramen Noodles, and eat them anytime I want to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earn money for shoveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-3719385988447363120?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/3719385988447363120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=3719385988447363120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3719385988447363120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3719385988447363120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-12-wish-granted.html' title='Day 12: Wish Granted'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-1564718715850720023</id><published>2009-12-06T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:09:48.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: Wearing Your Pajamas Inside Out</title><content type='html'>O Christmas Tree,O Christmas Tree,How steadfast areyour branches!Your boughs are greenin summer's climeAnd through the snowsof wintertime.O Christmas Tree,O Christmas Tree,How steadfast areyour branches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people may think that I'm too old to be wearing my pajamas inside out, but I've been through this much school, and rode all that way tonight on the interstate, I am MULLING for a snow day. Yes, this week is huge for rehearsals, but I need a day off. I NEED it. I hate school. I hate math class. I hate it. Math is so stupid. The only reason I go there is because all of my friends are at school. And there are certain classes that I do enjoy. But math needs to go. Especially due to the the fact that what we're learning is completely pointless and I will never use this outside of school. Never. Therefore, I feel completely obligated to wear my pajamas inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw everyone tonight for Jared and Kelsey's celebration. The cake was good, the football game was nice. Pretty cool hangout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still mad about the Texas-Nebraska game, so I will rant. That one old man fat referee does NOT, I repeat, does NOT like Nebraska. He hates them. And he was happy to call that last second. I. Hate. Texas. Mk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone (And Still Angry),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-1564718715850720023?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/1564718715850720023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=1564718715850720023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1564718715850720023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1564718715850720023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-11-wearing-your-pajamas-inside-out.html' title='Day 11: Wearing Your Pajamas Inside Out'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7603689230083896204</id><published>2009-12-05T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:40:47.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Tiger Woods Picks His Nose And Eats It</title><content type='html'>Oh, the weather outside is frightful,But the fire is so delightful,And since we've no place to go,Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone else completely annoyed with this guy? I mean seriously, he's one of those guys who you never expected to do something like that. But I'm still confused about a couple of things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why was he leaving his house that late at night? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why did the affair accusations come up after the car accident, what does that have to do with anything they were talking about?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the questions that haunt me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well the Nebraska Huskers ruined my entire weekend. I hate referees. I don't care who reads this. Referees HATE the Nebraska Huskers. Every single one of them. And like every other bandwagon American, they love the Texas Longhorns. Now I am in a bad mood. Sorry, everybody-don't blame me, blame the Huskers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Color me gone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zacharyy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-7603689230083896204?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7603689230083896204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7603689230083896204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7603689230083896204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7603689230083896204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-10-tiger-woods-picks-his-nose-and.html' title='Day 10: Tiger Woods Picks His Nose And Eats It'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-8417670553495796076</id><published>2009-12-04T17:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:17:22.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Hallejuiah or However you spell it, its Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', papyrus, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; "&gt;Sleigh bells ring&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;In the lane&lt;br /&gt;Snow is glistening&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful sight&lt;br /&gt;We're happy tonight&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a winter wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', papyrus, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', papyrus, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', papyrus, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', papyrus, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;By far one of the best days of the week, fo sho. Now I have a whole two and a half days of no school. I can sleep in. I can stay up later. I can party. And, might I add, there is only 3 more weeks until CHRISTMAS! My favorite holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', papyrus, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', papyrus, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I am home alone at present, and I am blasting music. I just watched an intense music video! The song is called Happy by Leona Lewis, and its all about wanting to be happy, whatever. The music video shows the singer in love, and well, happy. Then, she's at her wedding. The preacher pronounces the man and wife. Then, it is revealed that all along, she has been imagining herself as a happy person in love, when really, her best friend is living this fantasy. What....a buzzkill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', papyrus, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', papyrus, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Color Me Gizonne, Dudes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', papyrus, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', papyrus, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-8417670553495796076?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/8417670553495796076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=8417670553495796076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8417670553495796076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8417670553495796076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-9-hallejuiah-or-however-you-spell.html' title='Day 9: Hallejuiah or However you spell it, its Friday!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-605517184887160154</id><published>2009-12-04T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:04:11.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: Bon Qui Qui</title><content type='html'>God Bless Us, Everyone.&lt;div&gt;Humbly We Pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless Us Everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless this Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, there is this hilarious sketch from MadTV called Bon Qui Qui at King Burger. Its about a trashy cashier who is lazy, rude, and ignorant. It's, hilarious. Then, there is another HILARIOUS sketch called Miss Swan at the ATM. Its about an ignorant lady (questionably based on Bjork) Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I love MadTV, but, sorry, Saturday Night Live is and always will be better. Tough luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this week's poll question is: How many fingers am I holding up? You have to guess how many fingers I was holding up just now, and then you will get.....The prize of good guessing skills! Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to hearing your guesses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-605517184887160154?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/605517184887160154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=605517184887160154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/605517184887160154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/605517184887160154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-8-bon-qui-qui.html' title='Day 8: Bon Qui Qui'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7462029687842152856</id><published>2009-12-02T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:27:56.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Dear Wednesday, You're a Major Buzzkill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; "&gt;Come they told me&lt;br /&gt;Pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;A new born King to see&lt;br /&gt;Pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our finest gifts we bring&lt;br /&gt;Pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;To lay before the King&lt;br /&gt;Pa rum pum pum pum,&lt;br /&gt;rum pum pum pum,&lt;br /&gt;rum pum pum pum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not even kidding. Wednesday makes me long for Thursday, which makes me long for Friday. That is way too long for the weekend. I love the weekend extremely a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Basketball hurts my feet. And legs. Hmmm. I wonder why. Just kidding. They hurt because I run. Duhh! Zach, get where have you been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(This is the part of the blog where I talk to myself like no one is reading this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unfortunately, I'm exhausted, and will not be writing anymore. Good night, friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Color Me Gone, Sorry for the short post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-7462029687842152856?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7462029687842152856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7462029687842152856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7462029687842152856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7462029687842152856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-7-dear-wednesday-youre-major.html' title='Day 7: Dear Wednesday, You&apos;re a Major Buzzkill'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-1358010223994748159</id><published>2009-12-01T18:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:14:23.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: A Change of Heart....Sort Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; "&gt;Frosty the Snowman&lt;br /&gt;Was a jolly happy soul&lt;br /&gt;With a corncob pipe and a button nose&lt;br /&gt;And two eyes made out of coal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosty the Snowman&lt;br /&gt;Is a fairytale they say&lt;br /&gt;He was made of snow&lt;br /&gt;But the children know&lt;br /&gt;How he came to life one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Taco Tuesday! Well, I am may regret telling you this but....I've had a change of heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am now no longer against naps. Yes, I know. Your shocked. But before you hyperventilate, I must tell you this: I still hate naps more than anything in the whole world. What I enjoy are accidental naps. It's pretty self-explanatory. A nap is when you purposely fall asleep in order to get rest because you are tired. An Accidental Nap is where you accidentally fall asleep, but its still good because you are tired and need rest. The reason I hate naps so much is because I can never EVER fall asleep purposely during the day. However, if I am laying on my couch and turn on my side just to rest my eyes, and I end up falling asleep, that is an accidental nap. And I love them. Its a complete accident! So, now. I am officially a fan of Accidental Naps! Whoo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have a headache, so I'm gonna go get a caffeinated soda drink. I don't know why, but that always seems to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Color Me Gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-1358010223994748159?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/1358010223994748159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=1358010223994748159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1358010223994748159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1358010223994748159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-6-change-of-heartsort-of.html' title='Day 6: A Change of Heart....Sort Of'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-3349975356949910807</id><published>2009-11-30T17:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:10:54.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: ......I Have Defeated an Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; "&gt;Christmas, Christmas time is near&lt;br /&gt;Time for toys and time for cheer&lt;br /&gt;We've been good, but we can't last&lt;br /&gt;Hurry Christmas, hurry fast&lt;br /&gt;Want a plane that loops the loop&lt;br /&gt;Me, I want a hula hoop&lt;br /&gt;We can hardly stand the wait&lt;br /&gt;Please Christmas, don't be late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The title of my blog refers to an annoying man in Paige's video game. He won't shut up, and the only thing he ever says is, "I have defeated an enemy" Who cares? I defeated an enemy a long time ago. Its called The Boogyman. You don't see me going around bragging about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have Basketball tonight. UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH! I don't mind practicing, but the gym is so dang hot I feel like I'm gonna explode and when I wake up I'll be in the hospital with a breathalizer in my mouth and up my nostrils. I'm just saying. Plus, last time, I ate dinner before practice and felt sick afterward'z. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank Goodness I don't have a lot of homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm tired, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-3349975356949910807?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/3349975356949910807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=3349975356949910807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3349975356949910807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3349975356949910807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-5-i-have-defeated-enemy.html' title='Day 5: ......I Have Defeated an Enemy'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-8374261569376377119</id><published>2009-11-29T19:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:09:01.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Sigh. Happy Birthday Jared</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas, It's Christmas, Remarkably its Christmas, that wonderfully rejuvenating time of the year. It's Christmas, It's Christmas. Astoundingly it's Christmas. Hear the sleigh bells jingle on this Yuletide morn. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today is Jared's birthday! In other words, today marks the 15th anniversary of Jared's birth. Whoop-de-doo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, despite my mother's hesitation, we put our indoor decorations today! Including our Christmas Tree and ornaments! We reorganized the living room temporarily, and its been a great day. I'm exhausted. And mad. Tomorrow I have to go back to school. Ugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do NOT like school. I can tell ya that right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Jared's friends were all going to the mall, but they are gonna surprise him and take him out for Chinese food! Yayy! haha. Shhh. Don't tell him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don't think I should have to write that much due to the fact that my movie review for Day 3 was like sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, read the review and go see the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color Me Gizonee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-8374261569376377119?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/8374261569376377119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=8374261569376377119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8374261569376377119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8374261569376377119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-4-sigh-happy-birthday-jared.html' title='Day 4: Sigh. Happy Birthday Jared'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-3230935687613123243</id><published>2009-11-28T16:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:10:47.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: The Blind Side-Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:small;"&gt;Feliz Navidad&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad&lt;br /&gt;Prospero Ano y Felicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;iHola! This is my very first movie review. My movie reviews have two sections: Plot and Performances. I will take in to account the plot of the movie (without the "Spoiler Alert" since SOMEBODY, not mentioning names, Chase, hates it.) Then I will use Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia, for specific names for specific actors, and write about their performances. So now, please enjoy my very first movie review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Plot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Blind Side. A blind side is an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;offensive football strategy has evolved over the past three decades in large part due to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lawrence_Taylor" title="Lawrence Taylor" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Lawrence Taylor's&lt;/a&gt; arrival in the 1980s and how this evolution has placed an increased importance on the role of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Offensive_tackle" title="Offensive tackle" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;left tackle&lt;/a&gt;. Left tackle-the position Michael Oher played at the University of Missouri. That explains the title. However, the movie dives into more than just football. The Blind Side, based on Carl Lewis' novel, "The Blind Side: The Evolution of the Game," which is based on real life, follows the journey of Michael Oher and the Tuohy family. After seeing him walking alone on a cold, rainy night, Leigh Anne Tuohy, despite her husband's hesitation, takes in Oher and lets him sleep in their home for the night. After he spends a few days with the Tuohy's, Leigh Anne realizes that Michael has nowhere to go. They drive down to his home, known as "Hurt Village," an obviously dangerous environment for Michael to be living in. The Tuohy's finally decide that it would only be right if they adopt Michael and make him part of their family, and it all evolves from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;The Blind Side is a truly inspiring real-life story of the Tuohy's adopting a boy in need. The screenplay, adapted by John Lee Hancock (also the director,) is believable, as it should be. Great job, Mr. Hancock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;3 1/2 out of 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Performances:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Great performances all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Sandra Bullock as Leigh Anne Tuohy- I'm a big fan of Sandra Bullock. On my Facebook profile, three of her movies- Miss Congeniality, The Proposal, and The Blind Side- are all of my favorites. This is, by far, her best performance. Bullock has taken a turn to dramatic side of acting more than once (i.e. Crash, Premonition,) but this is the first time I think she will get individual honors for her performance. Bullock's performance is honest and this movie has given Bullock the chance to prove herself as a dramatic actress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Tim McGraw as Sean Tuohy- Tim McGraw's performance was just ALMOST as good. McGraw was always there for comedic relief, but in a scene he shares with his new adoptive son Michael, McGraw's true acting talents are shown. And in a kissing scene with Sandra Bullock, I have no doubt in my mind that Faith Hill got her Granny Panties in a bunch. I'm just saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Kathy Bates as Miss Sue- Michael's tutor. HILARIOUS! Oscar Winner Bates again proves that she has acting chops to handle any role, big or small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Quinton Aaron as Michael Oher- Not bad for Aaron's very first movie. Aaron stands at 6'10" and is beastly. He does fantastic as a gentle giant whose had a very rough life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Lily Collins as Collins Tuohy- The Tuohy's only daughter. A small part. Her character struggles to cope with the attention she gets having a new, adoptive brother, let alone an African-American one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Ray McKinnon as Coach Cotton- Part-time Football coach, full-time Buzz-Kill. At first, you see Coach as more than a coach, as a man who wants the best for the homeless boy with a sad predicament. As the movie progresses, you see a more selfish side of Coach, and wonder if he only wanted Michael for his football team after all. A believable performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Kim Dickens as Mrs. Boswell- Mrs. Boswell is one of the many teachers who doesn't want Michael in their school. After being convinced by Coach Cotton, Mrs. Boswell and the rest give in. Boswell is one of the few teachers who realizes Michael is more than meets the eye, and she helps him through school. Kim Dickens makes the most of her small role. Good acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Adriane Lenox as Denise Oher- Michael's crackhead mother. Lenox's portrayal is fantastic, even if her only scene was 5 minutes long. She portrays a woman who regrets making mistakes, and wishes the best for her children, even if she can't provide it for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Jae Head as SJ Tuohy- Arguably the funniest character in the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Great performances all around in this movie. Definitely one of my favorites! And, you can check, I did this review by myself, I did NOT get it from any other website. Believe it. The only thing I got was one sentence from WikiPedia. It has the highlited words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-3230935687613123243?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/3230935687613123243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=3230935687613123243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3230935687613123243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3230935687613123243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-3-blind-side-movie-review.html' title='Day 3: The Blind Side-Movie Review'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-1943587459531886260</id><published>2009-11-28T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:09:19.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Thanksgiving Was Too Much For Me</title><content type='html'>Sleigh bells ringare you listeningin the lanesnow is glistening A beautiful sightwe're happy tonightwalking in a winter wonderland Gone away is the bluebirdhere to stay is a new bird He sings a love songas we go alongwalking in a winter wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late night post. My computer wasn't cooperating, and I spent the day at Uncle "Brother" Dave's house in Logan, Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the family over to watch the game, and of course everyone wanted to hold his baby, little Joe. I'm not gonna lie, I like the baby MUCH better without the spit-up or the Cradle Cap. Ehhhh. Anyway, Huskers won, even though they let another touchdown get by with 2 SECONDS LEFT. During halftime, we rode on Dave's 4-wheeler and Polaris Offroader Ranger Wrangler Thing. It was very entertaining and it was a nice day in Logan, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Thanksgiving. You've exhausted me. Seriously, I'm really tired. I can't help but think about sleep as I type. At present, I'm watching a Letterman rerun with Bill Murray. He's wearing a Shakespeare costume and is rambling, like any good comedian. This interview really does prove that people get less and less funny with age. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-1943587459531886260?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/1943587459531886260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=1943587459531886260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1943587459531886260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1943587459531886260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-2-thanksgiving-was-too-much-for-me_28.html' title='Day 2: Thanksgiving Was Too Much For Me'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2178720963889490393</id><published>2009-11-26T22:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:15:51.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YaboMania's 2nd Annual 30 Days of Christmas: Day 1: Patience is a Virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; "&gt;Deck the halls with boughs of holly,&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season to be jolly,&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don we now our gay apparel,&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la, fa la la, la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troll the ancient Yuletide carol,&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know how excited everyone is! I know I am. Christmas is by far the best time of the year. Haha. I'm gonna be a terrible Scrooge since I love Christmas so much! Anyway, regarding the title of my post, I received a few complaints about not having the post up yet. Of course I'm gonna post, readers. Just be patient. As they say, Patience is a virtue. That's a common phrase is my household, heehee. Well, the first day of 30 Days of Christmas conveniently marks the day of Giving Thanks, or "Thanksgiving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And let me tell you my Thanksgiving was fantastic. As always. First, we stopped at Grandma's house for a decent lunch. Turkey. Jello. Kilaches. Bread Rolls. Vegetables. Success. Brief resting stop at the house, then off to the Klosty's! Always good. Turkey. Vegetable. MUFFIN'Z! BREDD! Haha. There was also this thing that neither I or a cousin could identify, but it had cinnamon, so we assumed it was apple, and I tried some of it. It wasn't apple. It was pineapple. I do NOT like pineapple. Never had since Kindergarten. Wayyyy to sweet and mushy for my liking. I was caught off guard by the dish, and I didn't go back. I also debated this bowl of what looked like large, light red raisins. I truth or dared my sister to eat one, she didn't. Turns out that they were good smelling things. Good choice, Paige. The only negative part about the day's occasion was the rushed prayer by my own mother. Its Thanksgiving! At least state your thankfulness....for stuff! Oh well. Better luck next Thanksgiving, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well Color Me Gone on the first night of YaboMania's 30 days of Christmas!! 29 more to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt;&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/8234118392970064055-2178720963889490393?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2178720963889490393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2178720963889490393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2178720963889490393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2178720963889490393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/yabomanias-2nd-annual-30-days-of.html' title='YaboMania&apos;s 2nd Annual 30 Days of Christmas: Day 1: Patience is a Virtue'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-1248846647578989350</id><published>2009-11-20T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:57:54.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Definition of "Growing Out of It"</title><content type='html'>Wellll. Today was productive. Its FRIDAY! My family and I feasted upon La Mesa. It was delicious. When I got home, my mother brought  up the idea of cleaning out the cabinets. We encountered many old favorites (and by that I mean, classics that I enjoyed that my mother wanted to get rid of) I decided that tonight would be a good night for a movie marathon!!!!! I started with Barney Bus Adventure Whatever Who Cares. I learned a lesson today: Your always too old for Barney. Its cheesy, annoying, and the songs suck. Now, I am watching a Power Ranger marathon!!!! In order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mighty Morphin Power Rangers-Day of the Dumpster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MMPR-High Five&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MMPR-Food Fight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MMPR-Happy Birthday, Zack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MMPR-Bloom of Doom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MMPR-Classic Ranger Edition: Pink Ranger Adventure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MMPR-The Movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, this should be a fun, interesting night, considering the motto is "Too hot to handle" Hah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So last year, I had my first annual "30 Days of Christmas" Will it return this year?? YOU KNOW IT! Starting November 26, check in everyday at YaboMania to read my daily posts, in honor of Christmas-The best time of year. That being said, I won't be posting again until next &lt;a href="mailto:Thursday-Thanksgiving~~~!!!@@@###$$$%%%"&gt;Thursday-Thanksgiving~~~!!!@@@###$$$%%%&lt;/a&gt;^^^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;***((()))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-1248846647578989350?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/1248846647578989350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=1248846647578989350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1248846647578989350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1248846647578989350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-definition-of-growing-out-of-it.html' title='The True Definition of &quot;Growing Out of It&quot;'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-1185657872608723705</id><published>2009-11-18T22:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:33:12.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up, Cold Turkey (Kind Of)</title><content type='html'>Actually, cold turkey sounds kind of delicious right now. However, I am trying, I guess, to not drink so much soda. Its not healthy guys. But its so gosh dang yummy! So, its not necessarily cold turkey, but that is a fantastic expression!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess its time I tell those who don't know. Our class is doing a school play by the name of "Bah, Humbug: Scrooge's Christmas Carol." We have been working on the play for over a month now. And, I have the part of Ebenezer Scrooge. I'm very excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just opened up a can of grape soda and I plan on enjoying it. I'm gonna brush my teeth though to get scrub away the sugar fibers(Sugar fibers??) off my teeth. When not drinking soda, a good substitute is ice cold water and Powerade, which only has 14 sugar fibers. Now I am enjoying Pringles with my grape soda. Yup, this is my way of eating healthily. Please, I implore you, follow me through my journey as I try to lead a more healthy lifestyle. (Ha ha ha, I almost said healthstyle.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my lips are dry and my nose is dripping. I'm out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-1185657872608723705?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/1185657872608723705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=1185657872608723705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1185657872608723705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1185657872608723705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-up-cold-turkey-kind-of.html' title='Giving Up, Cold Turkey (Kind Of)'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-5993239482515460319</id><published>2009-11-15T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:33:39.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What...A Disappointment (i.e. Chase!)</title><content type='html'>Chase! C'mon! He was here all weekend and didn't get the opportunity to blog! What a fantastic guest writer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach: You gonna guess blog this weekend, Chase?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase: I don't know. Depends if I have something to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase always has something to say! Sigh. Maybe next time. Thanksgiving is just around the corner and I want some Turkey! And some Blueberry muffins from Aunt Lori! I watched "Dr. Seuss' How The Grinch Stole Christmas" today. Good movie! I'll tell ya what isn't a good movie: 2012. It was totally unnecessary. Luckily, I've done my research (Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia) and I'm totally unconvinced. Our Earth aligning with a black hole or whatever? Yeah right. Mayans? The Mayans were a bunch of nut jobs who sacrificed each other. What kind of game is that? Now, I would hate to offend any person of the Mayan persuasion who reads this blog, but, with all due respect, your ancestors are insane. Why would they do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's think realistically here; how could it be that these Mayans have magical powers and they can predict when our world ends? Is "That's So Raven" a Mayan? Didn't think so. And again, black hole, alignment, whatever. When you give me a reasonable explanation better than Wikipedia about how this lovely world of ours will meet its demise, please, I implore you, tell me. It won't happen. Wanna know why? Cuz nothing's better than Wikipedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to thank Jared and Chase for warning me about this movie's high stupidity level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-5993239482515460319?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/5993239482515460319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=5993239482515460319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5993239482515460319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5993239482515460319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/whata-disappointment-ie-chase.html' title='What...A Disappointment (i.e. Chase!)'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-8744309652402066808</id><published>2009-11-11T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:50:35.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doritos</title><content type='html'>I love Doritos. They are extremely delicious. They deserve their own post. Besides SnoCone'z, I don't think any food has gotten an entire blog post dedicated to them. Please, correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, all I knew about were the cheesy Doritos. But, now I'm being introduced to so many new options! Cool Ranch rocks my socks! My father and I enjoy Buffalo Blazin'. Even tonight, I tried Spicy Nacho, and immediately fell in love. How could one type of chip have so many flavors that all appeal to me for their different tastes? It seems impossible. I still have to try, like, those Late night Jalapeno ones. Those, sounds delicious! I have always been a big fan of chips, in general. Pringles. Lays. DORITOS. All of them. Yumm. Speaking of chips, a food that reminds me of chips are Corn Nuts. Lord. Corn Nuts are the BEST!I like them, I like them a lot. They taste like Fritos and make your breath smell terrible. But who cares? They are too enjoyable to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Doritos brings us to a brand new poll. What is favorite flavor of Doritos? I look forward to many diverse answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase's parents are taking a long weekend and heading off to San Diego for their anniversary, so Chase will be with us from Thursday afternoon to Tuesday morning. I have a guest blogger, in the house, I plan on letting him post. So look forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-8744309652402066808?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/8744309652402066808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=8744309652402066808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8744309652402066808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8744309652402066808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/doritos.html' title='Doritos'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-336050951813357358</id><published>2009-11-07T19:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:07:40.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm pretty much exhausted. I went to a football game last night and today, since it was so nice out, I went golfing. I was VERY rusty. I haven't been out since August, so it felt pretty darn good. At present, I am watching the Nebraska-Oklahoma game. 3:46 in the first quarter. Zero'z. The referee looks like a chicken. Just an observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pelini is pacing. He's getting nervous. I don't think Nebraska is playing that bad! Haha, I love when the camera turns to the crowd, and all you can see is faces and redness. 2nd quarter~13:41~no score. OH SNAP!!!!!!!!! TOUCHDOWN~HUSKERS! JUST SAW ALL THE RED BALLOONS FLY UP IN THE AIR!!!! We now have a score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for such a short post, but I am tired and would like to relax. Chase is staying with us from the 12 through 15, so expect a post from him next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-336050951813357358?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/336050951813357358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=336050951813357358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/336050951813357358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/336050951813357358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-6095820247047454227</id><published>2009-11-04T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:34:14.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love for Horror Movies</title><content type='html'>As my faithful blog readers know, when I saw the movie Saw IV, I felt "possessed" and freaked out. Now, I officially have turned a leaf. I love horror movies. As of right now, I am watching "Prom Night" Its not very "scary," but it is a suspense with some jumpy moments and it is slightly disturbing in some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to watch the originals, though. The original Halloween~The original Friday the 13th. By the way, the maid just got killed. Anyways, some original horror movies, the ones that gave horror films their start in pop culture, would be great to view. Yet I haven't gotten the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the season for the flu! I have a cold, but I think by tomorrow it will be &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; gone. Just get some Vitamin C into my system and I'll be good.  Another girl dead in Prom Night. Well, its time to do my homework. Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-6095820247047454227?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/6095820247047454227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=6095820247047454227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6095820247047454227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6095820247047454227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-love-for-horror-movies.html' title='My Love for Horror Movies'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-5002961179603953487</id><published>2009-11-01T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:50:14.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement Regarding My Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I figured out how to post the posts that weren't able to come up! So I will be posting the posts that I thought got deleted~~~~!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-5002961179603953487?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/5002961179603953487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=5002961179603953487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5002961179603953487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5002961179603953487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/announcement-regarding-my-posts.html' title='Announcement Regarding My Posts'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7062172883490718011</id><published>2009-11-01T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:51:28.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Savings Time...Lord, Take Me Now</title><content type='html'>Today is one of my three least favorite moments of the year. Daylight Savings Time. The other two are Daylight Savings Time (Begins) and mid-July, because that's usually when I have a dentist appointment. I woke up at 8:48 this morning, but no, it had to be 7:48. People are stupid. They say, "You get an extra hour of sleep!" Not me! I'm soooooo used to waking up at my regular time, so now I wake up too early! I don't get the point. Why must we change our clocks every twice a year when it doesn't do us any good at all. It doesn't make sense, and I don't care if any snooty scientist tells me otherwise. Now I'm getting confused about losing an extra hour. So does that mean there are 23 hours in the day, and its gonna get dark at like 4 o'clock? This is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I watched a great movie called, "The Proposal." It, was amazing. As I sat on my living room chair, I was praying that it wouldn't be a chick flick. My brother and mother had seen it, and they had both loved it. However, my mom loves every movie, except Peter Pan (I mean, who doesn't love Peter Pan?) But Jared gave me a shock when he told me he liked it, so I believed I could watch it without being scared of it being a lame chick flick. It was hilarious. A lot of parts made me laugh. My favorite character was Betty White. I am very familiar with Betty White, because I frequently watch Match Game reruns from the 70's on The Game Show Network. My dad finds her very annoying. He thinks she's a, and I quote, "Bozo", "Airhead", and "Dummy." I think she's hilarious! And she helped make The Proposal a great movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-7062172883490718011?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7062172883490718011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7062172883490718011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7062172883490718011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7062172883490718011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/11/daylight-savings-timelord-take-me-now.html' title='Daylight Savings Time...Lord, Take Me Now'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-5842681403835841319</id><published>2009-10-31T23:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:50:47.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Ends in 1 hour and 2 minutes.</title><content type='html'>I guess this is another......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATE NIGHT POST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 10:58 and I'm watching Saturday Night Live (rerun) It is now 10:59. Whoopsie its 11:00 now. Tonight I had a party to go to. It was very funn. Yes, that's two N's. Deal with it. I have a cold sore on my tongue. My mom took the liberty of telling me how much cold sores on the side of your mouth suck so much. Grrrreaaaaaaaaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my Halloween is over. Can't wait till Thanksgiving! Food! Good! Then on December 5, I will start with my Christmas decorations. My favorite time of the year, and a great time for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched The Proposal, expecting it to be a chick flick. But thankfully it wasn't! It was hilarious! I laughed hard. Betty White, whom my dad thinks is a total moron, was hilarious in the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kee-Chee Wah. Kee-Chee Wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahah. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the reason my dad thinks she's a moron, is because she has terrible answers on Match Game. I watch reruns of Match Game from the 70's on the Game Show Network, and he is constantly making fun of her. But yeah, I love Match Game. Brett Somers is the best, but she had to sit next to Charles Nelson Riley, who just smoked the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm tired! Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-5842681403835841319?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/5842681403835841319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=5842681403835841319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5842681403835841319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5842681403835841319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-ends-in-1-hour-and-2-minutes.html' title='Halloween Ends in 1 hour and 2 minutes.'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2392725743766978751</id><published>2009-10-24T22:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:28:20.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come For Yet Another.....CHASE'S CORNER</title><content type='html'>And here he is..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Another sement of-----Chase's Corner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Starting off I would like to announce that I am still the most posted guest host (Sorry Josh, Maybe next time) .    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tonight at the Yabo household, we had a game a Texas Hold'em, it was intense.  The main point I would like to bring from that is that Mr. Yabo is quite the cheater!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As my first order or business, if you haven't noticed, I have decided to institute some color. Although the colors are just types of green, I feel that it changes everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, time for my story from my soon to be published book, the font color will be returning to its original dull black color...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 7 and a half months ago, while I was on a trek through the Sahara desert, there was a terrible sandstorm!  I jumped on my camel's back and we trudged on.  The night was coming so I had to find shelter.  I turned the corner around the sand dunes and luckily saw some Eskimos (On vacation from Alaska or wherever) and they luckily had their igloo.  I rested the night in their igloo, then when the sun rose and the sand storm had subsided, I set off.  The Eskimos lent me a team of their fastest sled dogs.  The dogs and I had been sledding through the sand for what seemed like days, when I finally saw it, the reason i had come this far, the killer, spotted, and 24 foot platypus.  We had a glaring look towards each other for 12 and 1/3 minutes.  Then i made my move.  I lunged for my harpoon gun, but it was too fast.  It shot its rocket propelled grenades at me.  I was able to dive out of the way, but causing my harpoon to miss.  That is it, i had no choice but to resort to my last weapon in my arsenal, my net gun.   I only had three shots left so I had to make them count.  The first shot he deflected it off his bill.  I shot the second one, but it turns out that I loaded the net wrong and it back fired and caught one of the dogs.  It was all down to this last shot, I shot, the wind was on my side.  The platypus wasn't expecting a third shot!  I had gotten him!   I untied my dog that had been mistakenly caught, then tied to platypus to my sled and dragged it back to the nearest village.  It turns out that the platypus had destroyed the village the week before, so when they saw it captured, the rejoiced.  They decided to make every March 9th , national Chase day!  We all celebrated.  I took my newly captured platypus home and trained him to be my pet.  We all lived totally regular lives after that, except for the fact that I now have a 24 foot platypus as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this concludes the excerpt from my book &lt;em&gt;The Adventures of Chase, a Memoir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Thanks for reading, if you even made it this far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-2392725743766978751?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2392725743766978751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2392725743766978751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2392725743766978751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2392725743766978751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-has-come-for-yet-anotherchases.html' title='The Time Has Come For Yet Another.....CHASE&apos;S CORNER'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-4043832147647975523</id><published>2009-10-24T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:51:11.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry For Not Posting, I've Been Doing Yardwork All Day</title><content type='html'>No. I'm just kidding. I wasn't doing yardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make this post rather short. That is due to the fact that Chase will be here tonight, and he may like to post a Chase's Corner follow-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for right now, I'm going to talk about one of my proudest moments. I don't remember what grade I was in. 3rd or 4th maybe? It was a nice, Spring day at recess. We were playing kickball. I was up. I was pretty much positive that it was going to be yet another single. But no. I kicked it hard and awesomely. I ran and ran and ran as my teammates encouraged me to keep going. I kicked it down my the swings and jungle gym. The entire team was at homebase as I rounded the third and it was clear to me that the kickball wasn't coming back toward me anytime soon. I hit home again, and I had just hit my first home run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back tonight for Chase's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-4043832147647975523?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/4043832147647975523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=4043832147647975523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4043832147647975523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4043832147647975523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-for-not-posting-ive-been-doing.html' title='Sorry For Not Posting, I&apos;ve Been Doing Yardwork All Day'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7220427960587760906</id><published>2009-10-20T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:04:56.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slow and Steady Disappearance of Homework</title><content type='html'>Thankfully, the homework that gets assigned on a regular basis at school is becoming less and less frequent. Homework sucks, so this is good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will talk about Dr. Pepper. I used to hate it. When I was a gullible, young, naiive little boy, I could've sworn that I could actually taste pepper in Dr. Pepper. But then again, when I was little boy, I couldn't tell the difference between pepper and salt, so I was probably just imagining this at the time. But over the last month or two, I slowly grown to like Dr. Pepper. Tonight, I had McDonald's. Whenver I go to McDonald's, I ALWAYS have Coca-Cola. Tonight, I had Dr. Pepper. Its the beginning of a new age. That previous sentence was a direct quote from "Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby." Its right after the grandma slaps the little boys. Anyway, I now love Dr. Pepper, and I encourage my blog readers to give Dr. Pepper a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my displeasure to inform you that one of my friend's from school has been diagnosed with Swine Flu. Several others are missing from class, and they probably have it too. But what really sucks is that the kid who got H1N1 is supposed to be having his birthday party this weekend! If he doesn't have it, I'll be depressed. I do not blog happily when I'm depressed. And you can count on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-7220427960587760906?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7220427960587760906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7220427960587760906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7220427960587760906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7220427960587760906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/10/slow-and-steady-disappearance-of.html' title='The Slow and Steady Disappearance of Homework'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-6653600383131490932</id><published>2009-10-17T14:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:14:23.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity (Doesn't) Knocks</title><content type='html'>Last night I didn't have the opportunity to blog due to my presence at the Monarch game (They won!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first Monarch game ever and it was awesome. I went to a friend's house afterwards, where we watched "Halloween: Resurrection." It was enjoyable and not very scary at all. Tonight I'm going to Vala's Pumpkin Patch with the family. It's gonna be fun, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I cracked my butt knuckle&lt;br /&gt;~I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas just around the corner, its my pleasure to tell you that I'm already thinking of a Christmas list. I would like&lt;br /&gt;1) An iHome. An iHome is the most perfect invention ever. You love listening to your favorite music, but some CD's have the stupidest other songs, so if you want to listen to awesome music, say, in the shower, than you can listen to all of your favorite songs without interruption from unwanted songs. Thank you, my iHomie'z! hahahhaha. Good one, Zach. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A video camera. I love movies. I like making and starring in movies. If I had a video camera, I could do those two things every single day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If both wishes are granted, then those will probably be the only things I get for Christmas. Or we could switch it up, 1 of the items for Christmas, 1 for my birthday. Fingers Crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life and I'm sorry you had to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-6653600383131490932?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/6653600383131490932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=6653600383131490932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6653600383131490932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6653600383131490932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/10/opportunity-doesnt-knocks.html' title='Opportunity (Doesn&apos;t) Knocks'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-9053931836809381648</id><published>2009-10-13T22:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:07:55.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iHola! Komeecheewah Hi</title><content type='html'>Ah, we meet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was not very productive at all. I had to study for two tests. Stupid. Math homework. Dumb. AND book report. Don't see the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIBS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Baked Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I also enjoyed watching a marathon of "The Office" on TBS; "Very Funny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently obsessed Edy's Rich and Creamy Grand Ice Cream: Vanilla-Chocolate. Except I only truly like the vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie Madoff really makes me mad. He's a jerk. He's going to be in prison for 160 years. Yeah, he'll be out in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have not a lot to say tonight, so I leave you with this advice: If your not going to help someone, then at least be grateful for what they did and what you didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a WHAT-WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-9053931836809381648?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/9053931836809381648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=9053931836809381648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/9053931836809381648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/9053931836809381648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/10/ihola-komeecheewah-hi.html' title='iHola! Komeecheewah Hi'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-675755124335028067</id><published>2009-10-09T23:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:59:56.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Hallows Was The Best Experience of My Life</title><content type='html'>Yes. Tonight was an experience that I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Haunted Hallows with Joe, Logan, Logan's sister Lauren, and her friends Dana, Ben, and Jacob. Jacob and Ben were late, so we decided to walk around, while Dana kept saying, "Oh boy, I hope we don't see the Chainsaw Guy!!!" Well, the first person we saw was the Chainsaw Guy. We just walked right by us, climbed on the picnic table, turned around, started his chainsaw, and started chasing after us. Logan and Joe walked away, Dana and Lauren just stood there, and I, of course, ran. Well, I was later informed that running away shows your fear, and these people who scare people for a living LOVE fear, so I was chased with a fake chainsaw. I felt like such a hypocrite because I always told people to stay calm because if they touch you, you can SUE THEM FOR EVERY SINGLE PENNY THAT THEY ARE WORTH. But I thought he was going to kill me. I honestly believed that that man was going to take my life. I ran into the fence, and he looked at me, and jammed the saw into the fence next to me, as I begged him to leave me alone. Then I ran back to Dana and Lauren, and they were right next Michael Meyers who almost started chasing me with his fake knife. That was the highlight of my night. We went into a barn house with strobe lights that made you feel like you were dreaming or something. We visited Michael's house and went through a couple other small things. Then, we decided to visit DUN DUN DUN....The Haunted House. Well, Jacob had a few issues with Chainsaw Jerk. He got terribly scared, so the Chainsaw Jerk decided to have his back. Since Jacob had such a bad experience at the beginning, he didn't want to go to the house. Chainsaw Jerk showed a glimmer of niceness and he decided that he would go in the house. There is a TV at the beginning that shows a real news show investigating the house, since people believe its truly haunted. THEN, a scary flippin clown pops out and says, "HELLLLLLLLLLLLO!" and gives you directions and tells you not to smoke. The house was disturbing. The clown ends up scaring you. Bloody Mary, her psychotic lover, and their love child all appear in the house, along with an attractive prisoner, a little girl who lives in a chimney, a butler who leads you through a curtain, and guy who looks like he has frost bite on his face. Whoopsie, don't forget posessed candle girl and the one with the greenface. And finally, the mean lady who scares you with a car, then yells at you because your friend Dana can't open a door. Me and Joe have decided that are officially men, no longer boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great experience, and I want to go somewhere else to experience these fun haunted houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-675755124335028067?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/675755124335028067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=675755124335028067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/675755124335028067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/675755124335028067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/10/haunted-hallows-was-best-experience-of.html' title='Haunted Hallows Was The Best Experience of My Life'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-736355322625545865</id><published>2009-10-06T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:25:54.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa Tests of Basic Skills...</title><content type='html'>...Suck!!!! I honestly don't see the point. We students take these tests so teachers know what to teach and where are strengths are. Hey, dummies, if you want to know what are strengths are, look at our report cards. Lord, take me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching The Office. Dwight: Do you ever watch Battlestar Galactica? Man: No. Dwight: Then your an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah, This show is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been finding myself to be hungry. All the time. And since its winter, I'm always craving warm food. Delicious. Like right now, a  Hershey bar sounds delicious. But of course, I couldn't eat Hershey with Almonds, because I ate a cookie the other day that was FILLED with a bunch of nuts, and later that night I had another lip swelling incident. This time, it was a new record of largeness. Its getting really fricken annoying. If you would like to see what exactly I'm dealing with, I have pictures on my cell phone. I'll send them to you. It might be worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mother is pressuring me to start settling down for the stupid ITBS crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-736355322625545865?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/736355322625545865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=736355322625545865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/736355322625545865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/736355322625545865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/10/iowa-tests-of-basic-skills.html' title='Iowa Tests of Basic Skills...'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7871043433888135341</id><published>2009-10-02T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:12:15.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zits</title><content type='html'>Yes, today's post is about zits. And no, I am not talking about the hilarious comic that you find in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the ones that you get on your face. Today, I have found out the worst place you can have a zit: In the curve of your ear. I'm not sure really how to describe an ear, but it has, like, two curves at the top and its in one of the curves. At first I was scared of it being an ear infection, but I felt around and realized it was a terrible place for a terrible zit. And the worst thing about it, is that you can't fix it. It's very difficult to apply zit cream to something that you can't see and can barely feel. It's a very difficult situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided that from now on I will blog every Tuesday and Friday. These days seem to work best for me. If I just so happen to miss a post, I will make up for it the next day. Promise. So make sure you find a few minutes in your Tuesday's and Friday's to read a new post on yabomania.blogspot.com. And don't forget to vote on the poll! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-7871043433888135341?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7871043433888135341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7871043433888135341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7871043433888135341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7871043433888135341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/10/zits.html' title='Zits'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2231235485710143599</id><published>2009-09-29T18:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:03:45.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of My Lives</title><content type='html'>Lately, I feel as though my life is interesting. Too interesting. Everyday has something to offer, and I'm kind of glad that those boring days of Summer are over. Maybe I should get a summer job? I bet the offers will (won't) come pouring in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays are the worst. You party all weekend, and wake up to Migrain Monday. You don't want to be at work/school and as the second day of the week, its a pretty lame day. No signifigance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays are pretty good. We're thankful that Monday is over with and there are six whole days till the next time you have to deal with one. However, I get POUNDED with homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays are kind of boring. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays are da bomb diggety. I have recurring thoughts in my head, saying, "Tomorrow's Friday!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are even bomb diggetier. The party officially starts and you run out the school building/workplace, readier than you have ever been. Every single week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't get the opportunity to read my last hilarious post regarding  Debbie Reynolds, scroll down. Thank you!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-2231235485710143599?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2231235485710143599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2231235485710143599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2231235485710143599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2231235485710143599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/09/days-of-my-lives.html' title='Days of My Lives'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-5730958418815362951</id><published>2009-09-25T22:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:20:51.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Talents of Debbie Reynolds</title><content type='html'>As I sit here wearing my Snuggie, I am watching an amazing Disney Channel Original Movie by the name of Halloweentown. It stars, Debbie Reynolds. The only reason I know this is because I am one of the very few people who pays attention to opening credits of a movie. Anyway, it was pretty easy to figure out which one was Debbie Reynolds because Debbie is mainly an older person name (As I pray to God Aunt Debbie isn't reading this) and the other actors/actresses are either younger, red-heads, or men. And red-heads are usually not named Debbie. Whoopsie. I just googled Debbie Reynolds and apparently she was a red-head back in the day. ANWAY!!!!!!!!! The older lady is definitely Debbie Reynolds. I'm hoping. But, whoever it is, she's a good actress. Disney Channel Original Movies are cheesy, and its surprising for someone to be so awesome in a cheesy movie. However, Halloweentown is one of my fan favorites, no matter how cheesy it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that PepperJax has real plants in the restaurant? I accidently (purposely) tore a leaf off the plant and it was real. Just thought you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you in three days or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-5730958418815362951?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/5730958418815362951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=5730958418815362951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5730958418815362951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5730958418815362951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/09/amazing-talents-of-debbie-reynolds.html' title='The Amazing Talents of Debbie Reynolds'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-3888578006615271003</id><published>2009-09-22T19:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:57:55.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Terrible Life of a Hard-Working Blogger</title><content type='html'>I blame it all on Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously on YaboMania, I blogged about my spontaneous swelling of the face dilemma. My mother scheduled an appointment with an Allergist to see what the problem was. I was told that I would get various creams rubbed on my skin and whichever one I reacted to would be the cause of the problem. Wrong. My back was pricked 29 times. My forearm was pricked 4 times. And I received 4 shots. It sucked. Apparently, I am allergic to almonds, even though I have eaten Hershey's Milk Chocolate with Almonds all my life. I am also allergic to trees and grass. This is Karma, for not letting Chase guest blog and letting Josh instead. I don't whats going on here, but I'm nearly positive that its Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivor has started up again! Marisa was the first to go home. There is a real mean dude named Russell on there. He told his team about living in New Orleans, surviving in Hurricane Katrina, and his dog dying in the disaster. He lived on his roof for 2 days and was a fireman. He later revealed that none of it was true. He just loved how easily people's hearts broke over little lies. Then he proceeded to dump the canteens of water and burn a fellow tribemate's socks. Stay tuned as I update you on Russell's antics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-3888578006615271003?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/3888578006615271003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=3888578006615271003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3888578006615271003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3888578006615271003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/09/terrible-life-of-hard-work.html' title='The Terrible Life of a Hard-Working Blogger'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-227541646916221637</id><published>2009-09-15T17:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:25:51.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Munchos</title><content type='html'>Right now, I am eating a bag of Munchos, an incredibly delicious brand of chips that you can purchase your local gas station or super market. They are amazing and the bag is almost empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to blog last night, but I was messed up. For some odd reason, my entire face became swollen randomly. This isn't the first time this has happened ("Put some carmex on it!") However, previously, only my upper lip swelled up. This time, it was all of my lips, my eye, and even my nose. I looked like I have just received silicone injections. It sucked. I have an appointment with the doctor next week, and to top it all off, I have an orthodontist appointment tomorrow, where I'm just going to get yelled at for not wearing my retainer. Yup, life is going great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the Menu:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talapia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Potatoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apples&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Survivor is starting soon!! I've been waiting for it all summer long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-227541646916221637?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/227541646916221637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=227541646916221637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/227541646916221637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/227541646916221637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/09/munchos.html' title='Munchos'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-774951387020682363</id><published>2009-09-05T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:10:30.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying Mantises Are Gross</title><content type='html'>I just saw a praying mantis on the screen door trying to break into my house. I flicked him, causing him to fly onto the table on our deck. If he's not gone by morning, he better hope those prayers work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks. Homework is pathetic-ville. Waking up at 6:30 is killer. I'm not even kidding. It's gonna suck when I'm 47 years old and I have to do that EVERY SINGLE DAY. Except weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you know, its Labor Day Weekend. Labor Day Weekend is always fun and exciting for me because I do absolutely nothing. By the way, Ricky Bobby just got mauled by a cougar. Anyways, Labor Day Weekend is pretty much the worst weekend ever. I'm not gonna lie, I have no idea what Labor Day celebrates. I know all the little kids think its when women go into labor (by the way, Brother Dave's wife is giving birth this week!) Back to the point, Labor Day is stupid and pointless. And I stand by that until I find out what it celebrates. And when I find something useful to do next year. Now I am watching a commercial for lice. It's gonna be a looooooooooooooooooooong 3-day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-774951387020682363?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/774951387020682363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=774951387020682363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/774951387020682363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/774951387020682363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/09/praying-mantises-are-gross.html' title='Praying Mantises Are Gross'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-9217666707152428821</id><published>2009-08-29T15:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:50:34.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Announcement</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have a very big announcement. It's gonna be big. You can count on it. I will tell the announcement in 3, 2, 1.....&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have purchased a Snuggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the Wild Side Leopard print one. I wanted to match my cousin, Chase. It's a fantastic. I am using it right now. It really works because I used to not be able to cover my arms when I used the computer or laptop, and now I can with my blanket with sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started this week and Math sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez. I do not have much to say? Cannot wait for the Saturday Night Live premiere! See ya next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-9217666707152428821?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/9217666707152428821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=9217666707152428821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/9217666707152428821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/9217666707152428821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-announcement.html' title='A Big Announcement'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-1902455931040095620</id><published>2009-08-18T20:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:50:05.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week...</title><content type='html'>School is starting soon. As in next Monday. This is my last week of summer and I want to get the best out of it as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared started high school Tuesday. He said it was good. Whatever. I have had to babysit Paige this week. Terrific. This weekend my mom's entire family is going to Platte River State Park this weekend. This is actually exciting. Its one of my favorite times the year and I can't wait. We leave tomorrow and come back Sunday. Sunday we go to Open House for school, then Monday, school starts. This year is the school's 50th Anniversary, so there is gonna be a lot of 50's stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'd like to talk about my inevitable bad luck. Yesterday, I was putting off lunch because I wasn't very hungry. I hadn't eaten breakfast either. I had had a couple of nothing healthy things like chips and ice cream, but apparently, that wasn't enough. I got up from the couch, felt dizzy, and collapsed. I lie down on the floor, wondering what happened. I got back up and laid on the couch. In the evening, I was on the bar, and slipped, giving me a fright. I had bad luck, and I joked around about dying today with the way my luck was going. I had a friend over and we met up with another friend. Then we decided to ride our bikes to another friends house. But, there was one problem. We were forced to take my sister Paige along the way. Paige was annoying me, so I decided to joke around and make our tires on our bikes touch to scare her. They hit, Paige sped off, I wipe out. My bike falls head first. I land on my hands, bruising them along with my knees, and chin. We keep going, however, because obviously my condition means nothing. We have a successful ride over there until Paige wipes out, jamming her stomach against the handlebar, making a terrible scratch. Oh, and I forgot to mention, IT WAS POURING RAIN OUTSIDE!!!! We were all soaking wet, Paige was crying hysterically, repeatedly asking me if she was going to die. My friend's mom picked Paige up and we rode our bikes back to my house, where we watched a movie called, "The Uninvited." Either I am a klutz, or I just have the worst luck. And, I have a head cold. As the Brits would say, Bloody Fantastic (In a sarcastic British accent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-1902455931040095620?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/1902455931040095620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=1902455931040095620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1902455931040095620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/1902455931040095620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-week.html' title='Last Week...'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7738992906398091969</id><published>2009-08-12T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:13:29.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Hilarious Segment of....Late Night Blogging with Zach</title><content type='html'>Hello. I am watching Conan O'Brien and I thought it was time for this segment again. Seriously, I need more votes on the poll? What's happening? Am I becoming boring? Don't worry. I've heard it all before. Just kidding. Haha. But seriously VOTE!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you've noticed, but there are a lot of stupid movies out right now. Seriously I am not interested in any of them. Especially this G.I. JOE nonsense. Yeah, anyone can pretend to be an action figure, OK? Julie and Julia. Ha, chick flick. Along with all the others. Come on people, give me a good, PG-13 movie with a lot of laughs. Or a sad depressing movie that leaves me unsatisfied. Those ones are good. Recently, I've seen previews for horror movies and the voice-over guy is promising a "surprise" ending. These two movies were Orphan and A Perfect Getaway. I figured I would never get the chance to see these movies, so I went on my favorite website, Wikipedia, and spoiled the surprise endings. So tonight I will bring back the segment "Spoiler Alert," which was introduced back in December when I told you all that Marley from "Marley and Me" dies. So:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orphan: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***************&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SPOILER ALERT******************************&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little girl that the couple adopts is actually a 33 year old woman with a growing disorder, who has been posing as a 9 year old girl for a long time. She has escaped from a psych ward and has already killed 12 people. The mother, after finding out this fact, fights with the woman, as the psycho slips into some ice. She asks the mother for help, but the mother kicks her face, breaking her neck, and causing her to drown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Perfect Getaway:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***************&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SPOILER ALERT*****************************&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A newlywed couple on their honeymoon vacation on a safari island where they meet with another couple, as they all learn about another newlywed couple who had just been murdered. It is revealed that the newlywed couple are actually two con artists/murderers who "have a habit" of murdering people, then stealing their identities. The other couple figure this out, awesome fight scene, the guy dies and the girl is arrested. The other couple decide to get married, but agree to not have a honeymoon. Hahaha, I wonder why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your welcome. Well, I am going to go. Peace out home-dawg'z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8234118392970064055-7738992906398091969?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7738992906398091969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7738992906398091969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7738992906398091969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7738992906398091969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/08/yet-another-hilarious-segment-oflate.html' title='Yet Another Hilarious Segment of....Late Night Blogging with Zach'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7974950079569258376</id><published>2009-08-09T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:21:38.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation Was Better Than Yours</title><content type='html'>Actually, I'm not sure if it was or not. I'm just guessing? But it was a lot of fun :) And now I am home. Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Monday and it was a buttload of a drive. When we finally got there, it was lunch time, so we feasted on Taco Bell. We stayed in a condo and I have decided I'm going to live on the Ozarks when I grow up. I'm going to be rich, and live in that nice condo and own a boat and go boating all the time and it will be awesome. We were there with two other families. We went boating and tubing and stuff. Tuesday was Paige's birthday and Flynnie's Girl's birthday, so me and Logan's sister blew up 71 balloons for the party. That day, we did illegal stuff. I tried to water ski and I failed. We ate at a place called Gators. Then we went to Ha Ha Tonka National Park. The park has a spring where the water is 56 degrees and as blue as my aunt Michelle's eyes. There was a sign that said, "No Access Beyond This Point" and we all gathered and took a picture by the sign and swam in the spring anyway!!! It was freezing cold, illegal, and fun. 3 things I love. Wednesday I can't remember what we did. We swam and boated and stuff. Same with Thursday. Friday night, we went to Logan's uncle's house. It was HUGE. The guy is rich, and he is really nice too, he isn't stuck up and he doesn't act rich. He treated all of his guests to Barbecue and a family recipe of chocolate sauce. He was the definition of classy i guess. Saturday we went through that darn drive again and I got a little car sick. Last night I did not feel very good. And now it is one of those boring Sundays where there is nothing to do and I am soooo bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-7974950079569258376?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7974950079569258376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7974950079569258376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7974950079569258376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7974950079569258376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-vacation-was-better-than-yours.html' title='My Vacation Was Better Than Yours'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-6886455400869922862</id><published>2009-08-02T23:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:35:26.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens At Koz's Lodge...</title><content type='html'>...Stays at Koz's Lodge. I heard that saying all weekend long. Which is a real shame because we have some great stories. At least there are some fantastic inside jokes...Village Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend. And I was invited back for sure. My dad wasn't, but I was and I will go without him. Hahaha. I went jet skiing and 4-wheeling and golf carting gun shooting and bean-bag tossing, and washer playing and watnots. It was a whirlwind. Now I have to wake up at 5 freaking 30 in the morning tomorrow because I am leaving for the Ozarks! You heard me, I am going to the HeUGE lake in Kansas. Or is it in Missouri. I don't think I'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I promised for a double blog this week, and you got it. I'll put up a new poll, and blog back on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone (On Vacation),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-6886455400869922862?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/6886455400869922862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=6886455400869922862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6886455400869922862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6886455400869922862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-happens-at-kozs-lodge.html' title='What Happens At Koz&apos;s Lodge...'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-6418813003999234853</id><published>2009-07-28T23:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:51:00.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying, But Not Succeeding</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been thinking about the WONDERFUL vacation that I will be taking in a few days. I am trying to figure out how I can fit in a blog post. I usually post every week, but a week from today, I will be gone. Maybe I could post double?? Ugh, I don't know what to do. The suspense is killing me....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, have you ever noticed that on late night TV, when the announcer announces the name of the person, the host waits like 10 seconds to finally come out and start hosting? Seriously, I wish they would just hurry up and stop wasting time. I hate it when people waste time. That's why I hate naps. They waste time. And then when I take a nap I don't feel tired at night. Aren't you supposed to feel tired at night time? Yes. Do you feel tired at night time after taking a nap? No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Republican friends and uncles are going to hate me for this, but this Sarah Palin coverage is getting so annoying. I don't know what Alaska was thinking when they voted for her. The only good thing that came from her was getting the good laughs when Tina Fey impersonated her on Saturday Night Live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. You'll hear from me soon. I cannot make any promises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-6418813003999234853?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/6418813003999234853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=6418813003999234853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6418813003999234853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6418813003999234853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/07/trying-but-not-succeeding.html' title='Trying, But Not Succeeding'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-696982074083243180</id><published>2009-07-21T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:45:43.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come To Celebrate.......THE 200TH BLOG POST OF YABOMANIA.BLOGSPOT.COM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!! IT'S THE 200TH POST ALREADY!!! This is weird. 199 posts ago, I started a blog. I was very excited for this new chapter in my life, and that I could share my life experiences with the world. Well, maybe not the world, but only the 8 people who read this blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am soaking in every bit of this summer. It is so exciting. In honor of my loyal fans, I will give a shout out. On Sunday, I went boating with my family: Mom, Dad, Paige, Paige's friend, Al, Sarah, Josh, Matt, Megan, Jeff, Peggy, Paul, Hannah, Matthew, Their Friends, Reece, Chase, Jim, Nick, Kelsey, Jamie, Valerie, Jack, Beau, the new baby in Valerie's stomach, and Papaw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Welcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember exactly what I was doing when I posted the 100th blog post. I was watching my very first FRED video. You know, the kid whose voice sounds like he's on helium. I was inspired by his creativity and sense of humor. I also talked about Michael Phelps. Well, that was before he had the bong incident. Naughty, Naughty Mr. Phelps. Michael Phelpsh alsho talksh with a lishp sho I love to make fun of the way he talksh. Poor Michael Phelpsh. He doeshn't even realizhe that I am making fun of him at thish very inshtant. Holly Hunter talksh the exact shame way on her TV shhow, Shaving Grache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoo, that was fun. In other news, Conan O'Brien is having a ratings drop. Because he appeals to the younger audience, and Dave Letterman appeals to the older ones. Can the elderly people withstand Conan's strive to do outrageous things? Only time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, for going all Brian Williams from World News on ya, but I couldn't help myself. The new Harry Potter movie is good. I saw it and I liked it, I liked it a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoo!!!! Happy 200th Yabomaniacs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-696982074083243180?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/696982074083243180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=696982074083243180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/696982074083243180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/696982074083243180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-has-come-to-celebratethe-200th.html' title='The Time Has Come To Celebrate.......THE 200TH BLOG POST OF YABOMANIA.BLOGSPOT.COM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-3600416983852587119</id><published>2009-07-13T21:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:31:20.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Skedj</title><content type='html'>Are you kidding? It's July 14th? And its like halfway through the summer? Not cool!!! I like sleeping in. I like it a lot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today I thought I'd talk about my schedule for the rest of the summer. This week is regular. Nothing on the agenda...yet. Next Dad has two days off and on one day I have a dentist appointment. Ugh. And then the other day we do not have plans. Then week three of the schedule is normal until Friday. That's when the men go up to Koz's Lodge. The things that take place in Koz's Lodge will never be spoken of on this blog. Strictly forbidden. After that, me and the family head down to Lake of the Ozarks. That will be a great, relaxing vacation. Then when we get back, Jared's baseball team has a pool party and that will be terrific-o. Then...the dreaded...Back-to-School Shopping. Which I think is stupid. Then of course we have to go back to school. (Rolling my eyes.) However, I will continue to golf through the end of July. Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, today's topic of the day.........Popcorn. Popcorn in very unique. And that is the very first time I have ever used the word "unique" on this blog. I love popcorn. We usually by the Act III brand, but Wal-Mart didn't have that kind, so we brought this new stuff called Pop Weaver. Its...delicious. Plus it has extra butter. This may sound unhealthy, but sometimes I put extra salt on my popcorn. Its kind of like putting extra sugar on your cake. Don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always banging my head against the wall when trying to decide which type of soda to have with my popcorn. I like Coca-Cola, Orange Sunkist, Strawberry Soda, Grape Soda, Mountain Dew, Dr. Pepper, Sprite, Mountain Dew: Code Red, Mountain Dew: Live Wire, Vault, and Root Beer. How can one person possibly choose out of these wonderful sodas??? I find it difficult. Well, this brings us to my new poll. Your favorite type of soda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Happy Taco Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-3600416983852587119?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/3600416983852587119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=3600416983852587119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3600416983852587119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3600416983852587119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-skedj.html' title='Summer Skedj'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-8873280221638491809</id><published>2009-07-06T13:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:42:45.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Ways to Annoy People (Source: coolfunnyjokes.com)</title><content type='html'>If you are too lazy to read this, don't worry. It goes by really fast. And these are really funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing the Batman theme incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;2. In the memo field of all your checks, write "for cheap massage."&lt;br /&gt;3. Specify that your drive-through order is "to go."&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn Morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting entirely of "Beeeep Bip Bip Beeep Bip..."&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.&lt;br /&gt;6. Amuse yourself for endless hours by hooking a camcorder to your TV and then pointing it at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;7. Speak only in a "robot" voice.&lt;br /&gt;8. Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly.&lt;br /&gt;9. Start each meal by conspicuously licking all your food, and announce that this is so no one will "swipe your grub".&lt;br /&gt;10. Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 98 copies.&lt;br /&gt;11. Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sniffle incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;13. Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles.&lt;br /&gt;14. Name your dog "Dog."&lt;br /&gt;15. Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up."&lt;br /&gt;16. Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think."&lt;br /&gt;17. Claim that you must always wear a bicycle helmet as part of your "astronaut training."&lt;br /&gt;18. Declare your apartment an independent nation, and sue your neighbors upstairs for "violating your airspace".&lt;br /&gt;19. Forget the punchline to a long joke, but assure the listener it was a "real hoot."&lt;br /&gt;20. Follow a few paces behind someone, spraying everything they touch with Lysol.&lt;br /&gt;21. Practice making fax and modem noises.&lt;br /&gt;22. Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc:" them to your boss.&lt;br /&gt;23. Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.&lt;br /&gt;24. Invent nonsense computer jargon in conversations, and see if people play along to avoid the appearance of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;25. Erect an elaborate network of ropes in your backyard, and tell the neighbors you are a "spider person."&lt;br /&gt;26. Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with the prophesy."&lt;br /&gt;27. Wear a special hip holster for your remote control.&lt;br /&gt;28. Do not add any inflection to the end of your sentences, producing awkward silences with the impression that you'll be saying more any moment.&lt;br /&gt;29. Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears.&lt;br /&gt;30. Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.&lt;br /&gt;31. Give a play-by-play account of a persons every action in a nasal Howard Cosell voice.&lt;br /&gt;32. Holler random numbers while someone is counting.&lt;br /&gt;33. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."&lt;br /&gt;34. Drum on every available surface.&lt;br /&gt;35. Staple papers in the middle of the page.&lt;br /&gt;36. Ask 1-800 operators for dates.&lt;br /&gt;37. Produce a rental video consisting entirely of dire FBI copyright warnings.&lt;br /&gt;38. Sew anti-theft detector strips into peoples backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;39. Hide dairy products in inaccessible places.&lt;br /&gt;40. Write the surprise ending to a novel on its first page.&lt;br /&gt;41. Set alarms for random times.&lt;br /&gt;42. Order a side of pork rinds with your filet mignon.&lt;br /&gt;43. Instead of Gallo, serve Night Train next Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;44. Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a "croaking" noise.&lt;br /&gt;45. Honk and wave to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;46. Dress only in clothes colored Hunters Orange.&lt;br /&gt;47. Change channels five minutes before the end of every show.&lt;br /&gt;48. Tape pieces of "Sweating to the Oldies" over climactic parts of rental movies.&lt;br /&gt;49. Wear your pants backwards.&lt;br /&gt;50. Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints by the cash register.&lt;br /&gt;51. Begin all your sentences with "ooh la la!"&lt;br /&gt;52. ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE.&lt;br /&gt;53. only type in lowercase.&lt;br /&gt;54. dont use any punctuation either&lt;br /&gt;55. Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.&lt;br /&gt;56. Pay for your dinner with pennies.&lt;br /&gt;57. Tie jingle bells to all your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;58. Repeat everything someone says, as a question.&lt;br /&gt;59. Write "X - BURIED TREASURE" in random spots on all of someone's roadmaps.&lt;br /&gt;60. Inform everyone you meet of your personal Kennedy assassination/UFO/ O.J Simpson conspiracy theories&lt;br /&gt;61. Repeat the following conversation a dozen times: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, its gone now."&lt;br /&gt;62. Light road flares on a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;63. Wander around a restaurant, asking other diners for their parsley.&lt;br /&gt;64. Leave tips in Bolivian currency.&lt;br /&gt;65. Demand that everyone address you as "Conquistador."&lt;br /&gt;66. At the laundromat, use one dryer for each of your socks.&lt;br /&gt;67. When Christmas caroling, sing "Jingle Bells, Batman smells" until physically restrained.&lt;br /&gt;68. Wear a cape that says "Magnificent One."&lt;br /&gt;69. As much as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;br /&gt;70. Stand over someone's shoulder, mumbling, as they read.&lt;br /&gt;71. Pretend your computer's mouse is a CB radio, and talk to it.&lt;br /&gt;72. Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "no, wait, I messed it up," and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;73. Drive half a block.&lt;br /&gt;74. Inform others that they exist only in your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;75. Ask people what gender they are.&lt;br /&gt;76. Lick the filling out of all the Oreos, and place the cookie parts back.&lt;br /&gt;77. Cultivate a Norwegian accent. If Norwegian, affect a Southern drawl.&lt;br /&gt;78. Routinely handcuff yourself to furniture, informing the curious that you don't want to fall off "in case the big one comes".&lt;br /&gt;79. Deliberately hum songs that will remain lodged in co-workers brains, such as "Feliz Navidad", the Archies "Sugar" or the Mr. Rogers theme song.&lt;br /&gt;80. While making presentations, occasionally bob your head. like a parakeet.&lt;br /&gt;81. Lie obviously about trivial things such as the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;82. Leave your Christmas lights up and lit until September.&lt;br /&gt;83. Change your name to "AaJohn Aaaaasmith" for the great glory of being first in the phone book. Claim it's a Hawaiian name, and demand that people pronounce each "a."&lt;br /&gt;84. Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.&lt;br /&gt;85. Chew on pens that you've borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;86. Wear a LOT of cologne.&lt;br /&gt;87. Listen to 33rpm records at 45rpm speed, and claim the faster speed is necessary because of your "superior mental processing."&lt;br /&gt;88. Sing along at the opera.&lt;br /&gt;89. Mow your lawn with scissors.&lt;br /&gt;90. At a golf tournament, chant "swing-batabatabata-suhWING-batter!"&lt;br /&gt;91. Ask the waitress for an extra seat for your "imaginary friend."&lt;br /&gt;92. Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;93. Ask your co-workers mysterious questions, and then scribble their answers in a notebook.Mutter something about "psychological profiles."&lt;br /&gt;94. Stare at static on the TV and claim you can see a "magic picture."&lt;br /&gt;95. Select the same song on the jukebox fifty times.&lt;br /&gt;96. Never make eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;97. Never break eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;98. Construct elaborate "crop circles" in your front lawn.&lt;br /&gt;99. Construct your own pretend "tricorder," and "scan" people with it, announcing the results.&lt;br /&gt;100. Make appointments for the 31st of September.&lt;br /&gt;101. Invite lots of people to other people's parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this very amusing. Haha. And for all those who were wondering, I'm OK after my physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Obnoxious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-8873280221638491809?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/8873280221638491809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=8873280221638491809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8873280221638491809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/8873280221638491809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/07/101-ways-to-annoy-people-source.html' title='101 Ways to Annoy People (Source: coolfunnyjokes.com)'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2597132958480316246</id><published>2009-06-29T18:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:37:41.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Physical</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is going to be the worst day of my life. It's going to be my physical. I DON'T WANT SHOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Ok? I don't want them. Ugh. So depressed. Then they're going to ask me questions, look in my ears, and all that stupid stuff. At least it got pushed back. It was originally supposed to be on June 24th, but my mom's co-worker needed that day off, so my appointment got pushed back. Cha-ching. But now, the day has come, and I ain't happy about it. I have to fill out a stupid survey too. And then they ask me questions. So I don't understand why they have to do both because giving a survey and then asking you the same questions is just a waste of paper so I am appalled that they would waste paper on a survey when you can just ask me out loud, and not use the paper. My name is Zach Yabo, and I'm an environmentalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are only a couple people who have already gotten their physical in my class, and I hear it isn't that bad. But frankly, I'm a wimp. And I hate shots. And I hate doctors. And I hate constant questions. Just slow, deep breaths, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared. But I need to suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach-ar-y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-2597132958480316246?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2597132958480316246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2597132958480316246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2597132958480316246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2597132958480316246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-physical.html' title='My Physical'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-5463901172488238760</id><published>2009-06-25T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:29:44.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Legends, 1 Week</title><content type='html'>This week, 3 people we knew and loved and grew up watching on TV and listening to on the radio, tragically passed away. And I was instructed to give a shout out to &lt;strong&gt;MADDIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed McMahon brightened our screens as the second banana to Johnny Carson on "The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson." He was the best second banana anyone could ask for. It was saddening to hear about his financial woes in his last years. He always knew when to step in on the show, however. I find it sad that Ed McMahon never got the spotlight, he will always be known for being the second banana, but oddly, I think he would be ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah Fawcett brightened up our TV and movie screens with her huge blonde hair. Everyone knows her for "Charlie's Angels", which boosted her career and made her a household name.She  became a entertainment icon after starring in numerous movies. She seemed like such a gentle, innocent person. In 2006, she was diagnosed with anal cancer. We all that this was sad and tragic, but none of us would've thought it would continue on for these 3, long years. This morning, she passed away after a long battle. This really saddened my day, because I knew she was getting worse, but I wasn't expecting it to happen today. I was expecting her to make the heroic recovery she deeply wanted to make. Her legacy will live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson, also known as The King of Pop, was one of the famous Jackson 5. His hits like Thriller and Black or White will forever being implanted in our minds. And who could forget the Moonwalk?!?! He truly was a king. However, over the last couple years, he had been becomg weaker and weaker and stranger and stranger. The big you-know-what charges against him and the baby-dangling incident. But he will always been known as The King of Pop, who will simply be unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May these 3 souls Rest in Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-5463901172488238760?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/5463901172488238760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=5463901172488238760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5463901172488238760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/5463901172488238760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-legends-1-week.html' title='3 Legends, 1 Week'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-813388830646535132</id><published>2009-06-22T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:06:40.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oversleeping</title><content type='html'>Today I overslept when I was supposed to go to golf. My ride came to my house and I was asleep. Thanks for waking me up, family. I got to golf on time, unshowered. I didn't golf so well either. It looked like this was going to be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and Jared had a friend over. Of course. Then another person came over. Of course. Then I took a nap outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ate Pizza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSU is clearly going to win the College World Series. Texas has absolutely no chance. Neither did the other teams that got eliminated. Hahaha. I get called a bandwagon because I have rooted for Oregon State and LSU and they just happen to do awesome. Cal State Fullerton. Gone. Southern Miss, whoopsie! Virginia, Oh No! North Carolina, See ya next year. Arkansas, losers. Arizona State, hahaha. Texas, we will lose. LSU, WEEEEEE ARE THE CHAMPIONZ, MY FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-813388830646535132?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/813388830646535132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=813388830646535132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/813388830646535132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/813388830646535132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/06/oversleeping.html' title='Oversleeping'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-4575816813962275777</id><published>2009-06-17T00:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:11:09.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't help myself...</title><content type='html'>...I just have to post this. Who is the person who voted Southern Miss to win? They JUST lost today. Haha. Too bad. I was rooting for them since they were the underdog, but they lost. Oh well. LSU! LSU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Southern Miss Fan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-4575816813962275777?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/4575816813962275777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=4575816813962275777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4575816813962275777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4575816813962275777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-help-myself.html' title='I can&apos;t help myself...'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-705513686549012631</id><published>2009-06-14T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:36:10.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry!!!!</title><content type='html'>I really need to hurry it up because there is a scheduled outage on Blogger.com at 11:00 and right now it is 10:20 so I have exactly 40 minutes to blog about my semi-interesting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the CWS has started again. I was told by a comrade that the poll was not a good one. I apologize. I have been lagging on the polls lately, and I think the new one will satisfy all YaboManiacs. Back to the series, I am over-the-top excited. All 8 teams have played, and here is a sypnosis of whats going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas vs. Cal State Fullerton~Winner: Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia vs. LSU~Winner: LSU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona State vs. North Carolina~Winner: Arizona State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern Miss vs. Texas~Winner: Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elimination Games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal State Fullerton vs. Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina vs. Southern Miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Round Games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas vs. LSU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona State vs. Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time for my top 3 picks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LSU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cal State Fullerton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be jealous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-705513686549012631?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/705513686549012631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=705513686549012631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/705513686549012631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/705513686549012631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/06/hurry.html' title='Hurry!!!!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-6716817723758735282</id><published>2009-06-10T00:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:26:18.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Late Night Post</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but for some reason it just feels right to post at 11:00 at night. Well, lets see whats been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf League started yesterday. Now I am really sore. I know, I'm a loser. This weekend we were supposed to go to Chicago for Jared's baseball tournament, but it got canceled because other teams were afraid to enter because they didn't want to get crushed by Jared's team. Reece and Nick's grad party was Saturday. It was awesome. I totally beat Josh in volleyball. And he knows it. Afterwards I went to a play with mi cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went to the orthodontist and he fixed my retainer. That night when I put it in, it didn't fit. Weird, because it fit that morning! It was stupid. Another appointment to fix it...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say tonight. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-6716817723758735282?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/6716817723758735282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=6716817723758735282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6716817723758735282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6716817723758735282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-late-night-post.html' title='Another Late Night Post'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-7778031183867836031</id><published>2009-06-02T23:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:25:36.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase's Corner</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is right. Chase's Corner is BACK! This is my third post so I thought I would write about something completely pointless, but hoping it will still keep attention. So listen up! I am spending part of the week at the Yabo household. Thus, my posting. On the schedule for tonight- Papa johns for dinner , it was an eloquent feast, nice job Papa John , keep the good food coming. Next, it was a clash of the titans between Paige and I in Rock Band. She says she beat me she had only a miniscule score of 96% on medium-pathetic right? I on the other hand, towered over her with the immeasurable score of 66% on easy. I pretty much owned her there, but I am a graceful winner. After the rock off, we all went to Jared's game. I have to say it was quite a nail-biter. Unfortunatley.... for the other team, Jared's team won 11-1. They had to end the game early in the fifth, the mercy rule. There was a valient effort by both teams, but only one could come out victorious, and it was not the other teams day.... Which brings us to now when I am posting, now we are all just loafing around. The present issue is whether or not to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day turns to night I bid my fellow Yabonians Ado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;,also meaning Chase--the first font was Webdings, incase anyone was interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-7778031183867836031?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/7778031183867836031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=7778031183867836031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7778031183867836031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/7778031183867836031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/06/chases-corner.html' title='Chase&apos;s Corner'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2177258155248614855</id><published>2009-06-02T01:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:46:06.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Blogging with Zach.</title><content type='html'>This is a new feature where I blog late at night. Today I almost died. I was in the bathroom and just got out of the shower. Jared came in to plug in his iHome. He left and I shut the door. The bathroom mirror comes shattering onto the ground into a million pieces. If I hadn't moved out of the way, I would've been crushed by the mirror or stabbed by a shard of glass. I am extremely lucky I didn't get cut. Even though I didn't get hurt, I started bawling because (a. It scared the heck out of me and (b. The noise of the glass hitting the ground was ear-splitting. I am now scared to death of bathroom mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase's parents are in Chicago, so he is staying at our house. Chase's Corner will make a brief return on tomorrow's post.  He's gonna have a lot to say so we'll see how that goes. A new poll question coming soon. 1 day left to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer hasn't been much. I've been watching a lot of TV. Jay Leno had his last show. Conan O'Brien took over tonight. He had a good show. He is a very funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what's been happening lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octo-Mom is gonna have a reality show. This is beyond stupid. Octo-Mom is obsessed with babies and just wants to make money so she can officially become Angelina Jolie. Leave us alone, Octo-Mom!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that. I just get so opinionated sometimes. Tune in tomorrow for Chase's return!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-2177258155248614855?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2177258155248614855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2177258155248614855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2177258155248614855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2177258155248614855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/06/late-night-blogging-with-zach.html' title='Late Night Blogging with Zach.'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-2055059271152091090</id><published>2009-05-27T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:48:03.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All of the Above</title><content type='html'>On the most recent poll, I didn't give the option of all of the above. But &lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;I did, I would vote for All of the Above. I would get one thing from each restaurant. Here is what I would get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's-Quarter Pounder w/ Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Taco Bell- Nachos&lt;br /&gt;Burger King- Whopper w/ Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's- Cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;W- Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;Culvers-Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;Runza- French  Fries&lt;br /&gt;Arby's- Curly Fries&lt;br /&gt;Don and Millie's- Chicken Fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds DELICIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-2055059271152091090?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/2055059271152091090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=2055059271152091090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2055059271152091090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/2055059271152091090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-of-above.html' title='All of the Above'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-6391887461193062474</id><published>2009-05-27T12:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:45:33.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of Summer '09</title><content type='html'>This is my first official post of Summer 2009. Last week I was in school. This week I'm out. Crazy, right!? Well, its supposed to be Summer, but it's raining outside. Stupid. Why can't they just make the rain stop so I can go outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of school on Thursday and had Jimmy John's for lunch. Then on Friday I went to my grandpa's 70th birthday party, and then I went to an end of the year party after that. On Saturday I helped my aunt and uncle move to their new house. It is in the middle of nowhere and it is HUGE! Sunday I went down to my grandma and grandpa's trailer and we rode 4-wheelers and rode on the Platte River and ate and it was terrific. On Memorial Day, I went to the park with a bunch of friends. Yesterday, I went to visit my Grandparents and then I went to Dairy Queen. I just realized that I've had a more productive week than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be boring. I have absolutely nothing on the ol' agenda, so I think I'm just going to have to chill out. Dang it. Well, I'm outta here. I have to go debate on what to have for lunch. I'm getting hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-6391887461193062474?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/6391887461193062474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=6391887461193062474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6391887461193062474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/6391887461193062474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-post-of-summer-09.html' title='First Post of Summer &apos;09'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-4533130312084652461</id><published>2009-05-19T17:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:10:36.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jared's Graduation</title><content type='html'>Today Jared is officially graduating from 8th Grade. YAY!!! Off to High School he goes. It's kind of disappointing that he will no longer be me "Poopy." I think he is excited to get out of school after spending 9 years there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;have a good today and don't feel like explaining. ! 1 1/2 more days of school. Terrific. Today we had our Math final. I hope i did good. Talent show tomorrow. I'm not talented. Heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Field Day. For the middle school, my team did well. In the sled race, my team carried me on the sled, they didn't even pull it. I was scared they were gonna drop me but they didn't. Then I got to help with the 1-3 grade field day. My station was one of the best. You had to soak a sponge in water then put it over your head. You raced down to the other bucket and squeeze the sponge. Whichever team had the most water in their bucket in the end won. The kids liked getting soaked. The volunteers get pizza tomorrow for our duties. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-4533130312084652461?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/4533130312084652461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=4533130312084652461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4533130312084652461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4533130312084652461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/05/jareds-graduation.html' title='Jared&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-3391841092295875272</id><published>2009-05-11T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:08:06.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a seat</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is time for another life-changing blog post so take a seat, shut up, and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my elbow is absolutely killing me, I have no idear what is wrong with it but it hurts very badly. Allison Iraheta was eliminated from American Idol on Wednesday. I wanted to bang my head against the wall 17 times. Haha, just kidding. I'm not that inhumane. I downloaded a bunch of her songs on iTunes. Mother's Day was Sunday. Treated my mom with respect, etc. Jared and Dad were gone in Columbus for a baseball tourny but since i have a life of my own i didn't go. They came in 3rd place out of 20 teams so they did pretty good. Joan Rivers beat Annie Duke for the title of the Celebrity Apprentice. I was happy about that. In Joan's words, Annie is a "poka playa" and is like Hitler. That is a little harsh, but who cares? That lady is hilarious. I still have 3 projects due: Cereal Box of something I learned this year in Spanish, Volcano for science, and ABC booklet of what I learned in Social Studies. Blah Blah blah. I ended up doing all the work in my frog project because my partner was kinda grossed out and wasn't a steady cutter. I don't blame him. I don't think I will ever be able to look another frog in the eye again, because now I know what goes on inside its body. In 8th grade, we have to dissect the eyes of pigs, sheeps, and cows. Life is just soo hard. I had a SnoCone on Friday. It was the best thing ever. I want another one right now. Too bad I can't have one. My elbow still hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-3391841092295875272?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/3391841092295875272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=3391841092295875272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3391841092295875272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/3391841092295875272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-seat.html' title='Take a seat'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-4120669336271253319</id><published>2009-05-04T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:59:58.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Life</title><content type='html'>Hello. Today i had school :(. i found out that one of my favoritest teachers ever might be leaving. She wants to have more children apparently. In Social Studies we read. In MAth we took a test. In English I narrowly escaped homework. Literature i talked the whole time. Religion we have a quiz tomorrow. In spanish we have a spanish mass tomorrow in honor of Cinco de Mayo. We are also having Culture Day where students get in groups and do a board about a Latin American country. You also have to write a paragraph of a famous person from your country and make a recipe. My country is Honduras and I am working with Joe and Logan. Our famous person is Raquel Roxanne Diaz, better known as "Rocsi." She hosts BET's hit music show, "106 and Park." Tonight i am making the recipe. It is a Coconut Cherry Tropical Drink. I have a feeling it is going to be nasty. In Science class, we have started the 6-day process of dissecting frogs. They are dead and they are total morons. I am working with Jacob C and he let me have the honor of naming it. I named him Gershom, because in Literature we are reading a novel and there is a stupid character named Noah Gershom, so I decided to name the frog after an annoying, fictional character. That is a regular day in my neck of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-4120669336271253319?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/4120669336271253319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=4120669336271253319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4120669336271253319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/4120669336271253319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-life.html' title='School Life'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-312885284782994468</id><published>2009-04-24T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:41:39.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yabomania.blogspot.com's extra-special one-year anniversary</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am not lying. One year ago today, I got the idea to start a blog. I thought it would be fun. And it has been. I have enjoyed having this place as a home to come to. This is something I created and I love being able to always to come here and write my thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this celebration includes the latest poll. Guest-Writer. There were 19 hours left on the poll, but I needed to get this post in, so I stopped it. The winner at time of closing was Joshua. He wrote a post. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention YaboMania readers, I have just been handed an urgent and horrifying news story. I need all of you to stop what you're doing and listen...CANNONBALL! This is Josh's Junction returning for round two and as such I will first proclaim my appreciation for "Mr.Yabo" letting me guest write on such a prominent page. Now let us get down to business and good ol' fashioned blogging! If any of you readers in Yabo land have picked up a newspaper in the past few days--you already know--YABOMANIA IS TURNING 365 DAYS OLD! For all of you slow readers keeping score at home (I'm looking at you, Chase) this is the one year anniversary of the blog that started it all. A lot has happened over the past year, we have all grown a little older, a little wiser, and a little more dependent on technology and Federal bailouts. But who is to say it hasn't been a phenomenal year? Congratulations "Mr. Yabo" on your continued successes with the blog and I wish you the best for the future.Per "Mr. Yabo's" request and in keeping with the tradition of this remarkable blog, I will now inform all loyal readers of the current happenings in my life. Well the fourth semester of my collegiate career is coming to a close, as such my in box is stacking up. It's rough but it comes with the territory of higher learning (haha I get a kick when I call it that). I must say that I am pretty disappointed in the way Nebraska baseball has been performing this year, but the Red Sox are hot right now which makes it easier to stomach. It seems the University and its fans have set their sights on football, but that's alright. I was at the spring game last weekend and the environment and optimism was wild. I am excited to see how Bo will perform in the autumn. We need to reclaim our rightful place on top of the Big 12. While there are a lot of critics out there, I must say I am addicted to Twitter. I don't know how its appealing but I absolutely love it. No worries Pepsi Co, Mountain Dew remains my number one vice (I am contractually obligated to mention Pepsi/Mountain Dew 4 times a day and will use my blog platform to satisfy these requirements). I feel I gave readers enough of a window into my life for now but "Dad's Dilemma" taught me to end with a story to keep readers wanting more. That's Hollywood 101, folks. Last fall on a road trip to Oklahoma, we stopped at Oklahoma State for some Halloween festivities. When we got to the shin dig we immediately started chatting up the ladies. One says "Where are you guys from?" to which we reply "Nebraska." A blank expression covers her face at this point to which she, and I am quoting her verbatim, replies "Nebraska? Never heard of it." Kids and followers of this very blog, heed this warning: Cowboys and cowgirls are not bright people. That's it for me folks. Stay clean, stay classy. Clones, I'm out. Joshua Klostermeyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a lot to say. I guess it runs in the family! A lot of things have happened on this blog. For example: 3 0 Days of Christmas! That was fun, I plan on doing it again. 200th post is coming soon. 100th post was insane. Remember that "Joshness" story? That ended abruptly. I am a little interested in re-starting it, but I think it would not be good because everyone might've forgotten about it. Last summer, i had a topic everyday. That was awesome. I liked my topics. Cows, Clintons, its been fun! It sound like to me like I'm saying good-bye or something. I'm not. I'm staying here for as long as possible. THank you for all of your support to this blog and I hope i continue to please you with my yabo-ness and i'll talk to you later!!! twitter.com/rockstarmania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color M Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-312885284782994468?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/312885284782994468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=312885284782994468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/312885284782994468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/312885284782994468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/04/yabomaniablogspotcoms-extra-special-one.html' title='yabomania.blogspot.com&apos;s extra-special one-year anniversary'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234118392970064055.post-423271848971047687</id><published>2009-04-18T17:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:28:37.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to give a congrats to those who did a fantastic job of sucking up to the blogger by voting Allison Iraheta on the poll. Very nice. Outdoor Ed was THE TIME OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!! I had soooooo much fun and want to go back sooooooooooooooooo badly. I'm heading off to the movies with some friends. Talk to ya laterr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234118392970064055-423271848971047687?l=yabomania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/feeds/423271848971047687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234118392970064055&amp;postID=423271848971047687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/423271848971047687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234118392970064055/posts/default/423271848971047687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yabomania.blogspot.com/2009/04/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945703843428182766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6e94ATA0Dk/S6fvXpRNEiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lvnr1azB3gs/S220/gator.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
