tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141263302024-03-07T00:32:37.351-08:00Talking Through My SaxProcrastination - Hard work often pays off after time, but laziness always pays off now.
(www.despair.com)Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-91274408110173400492009-10-22T22:41:00.000-07:002009-10-22T22:45:32.632-07:00Moving BackwardsI cannot believe this but I actually uninstalled Adobe Acrobat Reader 9.2 and I am reinstalling version 9.0 because with the newest update (9.2), Mandy is unable to open a chapter from her online textbook. Just last week she used the older version and it worked just fine but now, after the update, it appears to be incompatible. Thanks a lot Adobe!Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-41320049997878350342009-10-21T23:51:00.001-07:002009-10-21T23:51:39.870-07:00Blogging from the iPhoneSo this is exciting. Now I can blog from my iPhone ('cause we all know how good I am about blogging on a regular basis). Maybe I'll do better with it always at my fingertips. Keep your fingers crossed . . . if you even care.<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-23902834654987856362009-10-07T18:52:00.000-07:002009-10-07T19:10:18.140-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">One Thumb Down </span>- Gas station attendant who continued to fill up my tank without asking me and therefore costing me more money. When the gas stops flowing and you hear it shut off that means it's done pumping! They have installed a mechanism to stop the flow of gas on purpose otherwise the tank becomes flooded. Next time, why don't you just ask me if I'd like it topped off before assuming so and stealing yet more of my money.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwU0Oag7AO5idPFXkk80NahQ_j33EHW1n3w3obFiC5wsbFax8dsrUNC1Bc5H-tVPgiX9bT98HMxjhXMGItg6gji3N2bf_yeGqxy10PgO_piXZCrT-GMFYyK-mF4Xe29sWOYkkXKg/s1600-h/No+Left+Turn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwU0Oag7AO5idPFXkk80NahQ_j33EHW1n3w3obFiC5wsbFax8dsrUNC1Bc5H-tVPgiX9bT98HMxjhXMGItg6gji3N2bf_yeGqxy10PgO_piXZCrT-GMFYyK-mF4Xe29sWOYkkXKg/s320/No+Left+Turn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390045454880702722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Two Thumbs Down</span> - Lady in front of me who clearly can't read a traffic sign three feet away from you. When the sign shows a Left Turn Arrow being crossed out that means NO LEFT TURNS you moron! Why then, did you sit there with your left blinker on waiting for everyone else to let you in?! Despite the fact that you were holding up traffic AND there was too much traffic in the direction you wanted to turn, it wasn't a legal turn! Next time why don't you pay attention to your surroundings and just turn right!Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-15273604730068758462009-06-04T10:20:00.000-07:002009-06-04T10:25:04.677-07:00Okay so can anybody tell me what happened to the month of May? I can't believe it is already June. In just two short days my big sister is getting married, in 9 days I graduate from SOU, and in 26 days I turn 24. Busy, busy month we have here. I have a feeling it's going to go by even faster than May.Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-71391720613711858292009-05-23T20:38:00.000-07:002009-05-23T20:59:52.496-07:00Farewell College, Hello LifeSo I realized that it is that time of year already. Yeah you got it right, it's time to register for the Fall 2009 term. I came to this realization because Mandy is currently looking up classes. Alas, I need not worry about this since I am graduating in less than a month. YIKES!! I find myself feeling somewhat like a fish out of water: I have become quite accustomed to registering for yet another term of classes that will send me farther into that black hole which is called debt, while also settling for yet another summer job but no, not this year. Now I find myself submitting my resume for jobs that will (crossing fingers. . . toes if possible) hopefully become my source of livelihood from here on out. Again I say YIKES!!<br /><br />I must say however, that I will not soon miss exams. No, those I can do without. So to all of my fellow graduates out there, who have absolutely no clue how their new and very expensive piece of paper will help them, here's to happy hunting. May finding a job be far less elusive than the passing grade you needed in Biology class just so you could take Behavioral Neuroscience only to find that Biology was a waste of time and money. . . as you knew it would be in the first place.Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-76613088132916196622009-05-14T15:43:00.000-07:002009-05-14T15:50:34.322-07:00Zach: 1 Movie Theaters: 0I love going to the cheap movie theaters! Mandy and I are going to see Monsters vs. Aliens this afternoon for the matinee price of $2.50 per ticket and yes you did the math correctly, that's only $5.00 for two people! I also love cheating the system. Two boxes of candy, two candy bars, and two sodas for $5.99. This makes for a great movie experience for less than $11. If I'm not mistaken two regular priced tickets alone cost $14.50. I'd say I'm the winner today.Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-11120454645979668592009-05-10T20:47:00.000-07:002009-05-10T20:59:23.812-07:00What to watch?So Mandy and I want to watch a movie but I have so many that it gets hard to choose. Mandy suggested that since I have all of my movies in a spreadsheet that I use a random number generator. So off to <a href="www.random.org">www.random.org</a> to find out what to watch (keep in mind however that we have veto power).<br /><br />#139 The Princess Bride (<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">VETO</span> by Me)<br />#147 Rocky IV (<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">VETO</span> by Mandy)<br />#58 Finding Neverland (<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">VETO</span> by both of us)<br />#175 Spiderman 3 (<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">APPROVED</span>)<br /><br />Well, I'm off to watch Spiderman 3.Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-24770647485879691212009-05-09T15:45:00.000-07:002009-05-09T15:52:49.800-07:00Just EngagedSo we were at Costco today eating their hot dogs and Mandy set her drink down next to mine while were putting condiments on our dogs. The following conversation took place:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>: Which one is mine?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mandy</span>: You'd know if you were paying attention!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>: I was doing fine until you came along.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stranger</span>: They must be married.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom</span>: No but they're engaged.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stranger</span>: Oh yeah, that (my earlier comment) usually comes later in the marriage.Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-67885358100744798712009-05-04T23:08:00.000-07:002009-05-04T23:14:20.591-07:00Go away smoke!I really, really, really don't like smokers right now! I was laying here with the window open getting some fresh air in my room (plus it just rained and there's that "it just rained" smell outside which I love) but now somebody who feels the urge to kill them self one puff at a time is ruining the air that I like to breath because their cigarette smoke is wafting down my direction, as it always seems to do! It never seems to blow the other direction or just stay on their porch, no no, it seeks out my open window thereby forcing my to close it. I want my freshly rained on air!!Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-89222138946551591482009-05-02T17:14:00.000-07:002009-05-02T17:24:11.231-07:00WARNING: The geek in me is showingSo last weekend I went to Portland for the WPA's annual convention and who should be speaking but the one and only Philip Zimbardo! (At this point I am just going to pretend that everyone knows who this is so I don't have to spend another paragraph explaining, but here is a quick wiki link just in case <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phillip_Zimbardo">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phillip_Zimbardo</a>.) At any rate, I went to hear him speak and being a pscyh geek, (if you were one you totally would have done the same thing) I rushed the stage when he was done and got a picture taken with him. Pretty much made the weekend worth it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOA992IJyONtU0yz5SX6Dw2ORohteIVe1gTQauD2gKkysI0dGxntbx0yFsxZp9W93Bgx2eRGpgztwH1SIZ1hOQOUOLIDOb5E86bvNG16g56PuHplr00zRO7eFe9Idj0F0VsyWlFw/s1600-h/me_zimbardo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOA992IJyONtU0yz5SX6Dw2ORohteIVe1gTQauD2gKkysI0dGxntbx0yFsxZp9W93Bgx2eRGpgztwH1SIZ1hOQOUOLIDOb5E86bvNG16g56PuHplr00zRO7eFe9Idj0F0VsyWlFw/s320/me_zimbardo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331386464925358482" border="0" /></a>Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-44966100565521335822009-04-23T02:33:00.000-07:002009-04-23T02:37:59.175-07:00WPASo I'm off of to Portland today for the 89th Annual WPA (Western Psychological Association) Convention. This is pretty exciting because I'll be presenting a poster on the research that I've been working on with my professor for the past year.Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-75730545788338153682009-04-13T12:04:00.000-07:002009-04-13T12:16:15.756-07:00New RulesSo thanks to the guys on "The Big Bang Theory" I now have a new favorite game: Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock. The rules are actually quite simple . . .<div><br /></div><div><ol><li>Scissors cuts Paper</li><li>Paper covers Rock</li><li>Rock crushes Lizard</li><li>Lizard poisons Spock</li><li>Spock smashes Scissors</li><li>Scissors decapitates Lizard</li><li>Lizard eats Paper</li><li>Paper disproves Spock</li><li>Spock vaporizes Rock</li><li>And as it always has, Rock crushes Scissors</li></ol><div>Got it?! No? Well then watch this . . .</div><div><br /></div></div><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_mKbnVKdix8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_mKbnVKdix8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-12732643987869532052009-04-09T00:51:00.000-07:002009-04-09T20:06:44.738-07:00Blog + Stocker = Blocker<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">So it's been far too long since I've posted anything to this poor forgotten blog of mine but due to recent activity on my blog I felt the need to explain. I wrote a post in September of 2006 about a weird phenomenon surrounding "Icky Warm Seats" in classrooms. The oddity that I am going to explain here is not in the random topic but rather the obsession with that post by an anonymous blogger some 2 and a half years later (but they were kind enough to give them self a crude or vulgar name). So I guess you could say that I have a "Blog Stocker" or a "Blocker". In hopes of stopping this person's perverted need to spam my blog I have deleted that post. So here's to a renewed interest in blogging, one which I hope is "Blocker" free.</span>Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-82863936068821817302008-10-16T11:46:00.001-07:002008-10-16T11:46:52.137-07:00Why Whiteboard Why?<p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">After reading Mandy's latest Blog, and replying with my own OCD moments, I was reminded of one which I felt was worth posting on my own Blog instead of just leaving as a comment.<br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I thought of another thing that really bugs me and if I had any control over it, I would. While sitting in my Intro. to Criminal Law class yesterday my professor was using the white board. As she went to erase what she had written, she left behind dry-erase marker; this I've noticed is very common among professors.<br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">AHHHH! This drives me NUTS! Is it so hard to just erase everything from the board?! Do you HAVE to torment me so by leaving remnants of the last thing you wrote?! I want to just get out of my seat, walk down to the front of the class, tear the dirty rag out of her hands, and erase it myself. While I'm quite certain this would not go over too well with my professor, though I might get a laugh from my classmates, I WOULD feel much better. Then I'd surely have to make a very hasty retreat from the class because it would just be awkward sitting through the rest of the lecture.</p>Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-25063724917150935272008-10-13T00:20:00.001-07:002008-10-13T00:25:59.103-07:00Lookin' UpWell things MUST be looking up for me here in the month of October. Last night I got pulled over by a cop. He thought I might be drunk because my eyes appeared glazed over which I assured him they definitely were not. This is not the reason for which he pulled me over though. Apperantly if he had to red-line his Dodge Charger to catch up to me which I guess isn't a good thing . . . okay so I was speeding a little bit more than 10 over, at least that is my guesstimate but I'm not really sure. MY BAD! When all was said and done, a warning is what I would slowly and sheepishly drive away with. Oh and now my licence plate light is out. GREAT!!Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-52875408923797463832008-10-07T18:37:00.000-07:002008-10-07T18:43:01.274-07:00Presidential Debate '08So as far as I can tell, mind you we're only 40 minutes into it so far, all this debate is is a bunch of mud slinging and finger pointing. It's like watching a bunch of 5 year-old kids!! What this appears to be is presidential campaign adds but instead of the creepy deep voice, it's the candidates' voices. This is getting old fast!Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-55009488268877205722008-10-06T22:02:00.000-07:002008-10-06T22:05:27.850-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEyw9ERaWlwqw6rMyEhDdCjyDWvIus41k8f2-3MtkqxbiiIm2gm7D4f6r1SAZHaTHicrY1RndHAUn69tG7X12oGZGEbbEdTFLJeTJYtNVhwLsJ_9d089ftEWSEUUGlBNwYDyGTg/s1600-h/IMG_8388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEyw9ERaWlwqw6rMyEhDdCjyDWvIus41k8f2-3MtkqxbiiIm2gm7D4f6r1SAZHaTHicrY1RndHAUn69tG7X12oGZGEbbEdTFLJeTJYtNVhwLsJ_9d089ftEWSEUUGlBNwYDyGTg/s320/IMG_8388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254273563168516898" border="0" /></a><br />Retards . . . everybody knows one.<br /></div>Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-65592811806939641802008-09-20T00:04:00.000-07:002008-09-20T00:27:52.967-07:00Band-geek For LifeBand-geeks . . . there are more of us out there than you might realize. I just finished watching an episode of Grey's Anatomy where the character of Dr. Derek Shepard, Neurosurgeon, reveals that he used to be a scant 100 pound kid who played the sax in the marching band. This gets me to wondering if I have that much potential since I too played the sax in marching band? Alas, it is only a television show.<br /><br />Nevertheless, we are many and we are proud and we live among you as ordinary people but we ARE and FOREVER will be . . . BAND-GEEKS!! So band-geeks around the world, let us stand up and unite, and show the world that we have made it . . . or just continue cowering in the corner like the forgotten losers that we were . . . that also works.Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-91767105579298109172008-09-16T20:22:00.000-07:002008-09-16T20:52:44.282-07:00Question: How does one deal with the aftermath of having their wisdom teeth pulled?<br /><br />Answer: Vicoden and Seasons 3, 4, and 5 of Scrubs. Okay so I'm not quite to the 5th season yet but it won't take me too much longer.Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-25381498654611201702008-09-10T15:42:00.000-07:002008-09-11T15:07:29.554-07:00Somehting painful is afoot . . .So I think today I finally reached the tipping point where being slightly annoyed and bored to being severely frustrated and going crazy!! Sorry. Let me fill you in with some back story . . .<br /><br />So Saturday afternoon was the annual Sunday School picnic. Let me clarify now that I was not scheduled to attend this oh so exciting event as I had already promised my time and services to a friend in need of help moving. I got done with the move early and decided that I would make an appearance anyways.<br /><br />When I got to the church I quickly became consumed in a game of basketball with Matt Preston and C.J. Marincus. You see, the problem with playing basketball at our church (and I told C.J. and Matt this before we started) is that the basketball hoop is located right next to a curb and it's really easy to land and roll ankles on this curb. Well, about thirty minutes later who do you think landed on the curb and sprained their ankle? That's right! Me!!<br /><br />I am now the lucky recipient of a splint that goes up to about my knee and a pair of crutches. Below are a few pictures of the my foot. In the first you can see that my right foot is completely swollen and I now have one cankle. The second picture is pretty self-explanatory: knarley bruise!! And finally we have my splint which I must admit makes my injury look far worse than it really is. Maybe I'll play that up. ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9NrYaLz8Pj5N3m4Jb4cbG5OquDkfX6VECqH1v_5nbR48usydLMR-D05RIXHM_RWPIcpL5c8BCusZp6iVBp0VtjMe0feIs9RoVEgLi6xLcn6shDgYXITR6YCT4mwgrkjEPsfFqAQ/s1600-h/Foot_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9NrYaLz8Pj5N3m4Jb4cbG5OquDkfX6VECqH1v_5nbR48usydLMR-D05RIXHM_RWPIcpL5c8BCusZp6iVBp0VtjMe0feIs9RoVEgLi6xLcn6shDgYXITR6YCT4mwgrkjEPsfFqAQ/s320/Foot_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244887492665370834" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnyRYCSbMCsvibMJEoTBpoVvxmyX7nTjuSFjxnV_zoc38oWac4zjhJpQ0wKmYmw2CsNzEER0IYcAQDr_VbtKAE6fLby-87ZJ1_Faq14o8OLE-PpS1Ls3VP1bgA5UgQHgjmVLURQ/s1600-h/Foot_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnyRYCSbMCsvibMJEoTBpoVvxmyX7nTjuSFjxnV_zoc38oWac4zjhJpQ0wKmYmw2CsNzEER0IYcAQDr_VbtKAE6fLby-87ZJ1_Faq14o8OLE-PpS1Ls3VP1bgA5UgQHgjmVLURQ/s320/Foot_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244888129945788258" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2H58OeNbUp46nqZ4jkI4tDELx23YrR4R3BoqEeRv1XIucpvuFlQzEN6vVXqeboOFBpsqEK4irWcL05pStLcvtJW2Mbo9BqVmh4N-f-J2MuB5ZUe9cAueHbEqCYMwYViBLZlz8Aw/s1600-h/Foot_5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2H58OeNbUp46nqZ4jkI4tDELx23YrR4R3BoqEeRv1XIucpvuFlQzEN6vVXqeboOFBpsqEK4irWcL05pStLcvtJW2Mbo9BqVmh4N-f-J2MuB5ZUe9cAueHbEqCYMwYViBLZlz8Aw/s320/Foot_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244888375832386754" border="0" /></a>Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-80237370645948881922008-08-27T22:43:00.000-07:002008-08-27T23:04:08.087-07:00Okay so if the date of my last Blog doesn't give away how long it's been since I last blogged, when I pulled up my page I had to stare at it for a few before I knew where to go to log in. <br /><br />So anyways, I was tagged on this "meme" thing and while I don't really know what it means, nor am I going to tag six more people (that would just be mean to ask someone to keep a chain going) I have decided to post six useless facts about muah . . . we'll see if I can come up with that many.<br /><br />1) I am addicted to music. There I said it! *CRINGE* Hey, admitting it is the first step to recovery, or so I hear. Anyway, I have upwards of 500 albums (CDs) and many more singles that I have purchased through the wonders of iTunes. I guess you could say "I Heart Music" which would still be an understatement but I can't help myself. I guess that brings me back to the beginning, I am addicted to music.<br /><br />2) My car is Ghetto Fabulous!! I am the proud owner of a 1990 Toyota Corolla, four door sedan. The window cranks for the front two windows are broken off (leaving an exposed knob for each) and have been so for quite some time. Every time I by a new crank for to roll down said windows, it breaks, thus leaving back at square one with no knobs. I have managed to bypass this little hiccup by using a vise grip, which has become a permanent feature of my car. As I mentioned above, I love me some music and boy do I ever have a thumpin' sound system: iPod + portable speakers = okay so I guess that doesn't amount to much of anything. I could go on and on about my gem of a car but I thought I would just cover the finer details.<br /><br />So I was able to come up with two worthless facts about myself. I guess that will have to suffice for now so tough cookies if you were sitting on the edge of your seat waiting for more 'cause there isn't. So go do something more productive already!! Have a nice day.Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-76708020437316056242008-05-28T00:21:00.000-07:002008-05-28T00:24:47.488-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5yp9uJBdWuAAUTovxf6khfUbVv4-j_7kvbQzi9E3JE_qKw9yiIynJufgSBCSVjphpvn_UItGzOGa1FYuOoegqZi5Rbrx6VvFy8Acv7Hzidxew_BnnSYSAVoNAfkUt0d-16ZLGA/s1600-h/Newspaper+Article.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5yp9uJBdWuAAUTovxf6khfUbVv4-j_7kvbQzi9E3JE_qKw9yiIynJufgSBCSVjphpvn_UItGzOGa1FYuOoegqZi5Rbrx6VvFy8Acv7Hzidxew_BnnSYSAVoNAfkUt0d-16ZLGA/s320/Newspaper+Article.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205326144809767970" /></a><br /><br />WOW!! I totally know how she feels.Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-54342692544258491312008-04-14T23:53:00.001-07:002008-04-14T23:56:18.148-07:00Kobe Bryant Jumps Over Astin Martin!!<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tRNXwNKJxw&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tRNXwNKJxw&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-20646117398877864092008-04-07T09:09:00.000-07:002008-04-07T09:22:35.958-07:00So last term was a miricle. I'm not really sure how to explain it. I was taking 18 credits and that is the most that I've ever taken before. With about three weeks left in the term I had resigned to the fact that getting B's and C's wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, after all C's are considered average and B's are above average so what's the harm in that.<br /><br />One week after the term ended I anxiously awaited as the page loaded on the screen to see what my final grades would be. My best guess was that I would have three A's, one B and one C. To my shock and disbelief I had straight A's!! Even if I had aced my criminology final (this class being the thorn in my side for the term) the best I should have walked away with was a B, certainly not an A. <br /><br />Needless to say I was and still am stoked that I miraculously pulled off strait A's in only my second term at SOU. Even though I statistically there is no way I should have ended up with those grades I'm not going to be the first student to actually argue that I should have received a lower grade. I suppose if I did argue that point I would be <span style="font-weight:bold;">very</span> deserving of those types of grades because I would have to be a complete idiot to do so!!Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14126330.post-54522722286017374122008-04-04T10:56:00.001-07:002008-04-04T10:57:47.218-07:00Grand Central Station FreezeThis is one of the coolest things I've seen in a long time. Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwMj3PJDxuo&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwMj3PJDxuo&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Zachary J. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563265602773470877noreply@blogger.com1