<?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-31287898</id><updated>2012-01-22T15:26:18.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog is just a combination of the words black dog</title><subtitle type='html'>I like lists. I like music. I like funny things.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287898.post-67622287932966475</id><published>2007-05-01T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:47:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol</title><content type='html'>American Idol has produced many stars, and in the same respect, many crappy singers, in its years of existence. Up until this year I was one of those people who was like "yea, i watch the bad singers the first four episodes, then don't watch it again". But now, I have been transformed. I love telling Phil Stacey he was "pitchy" and critiquing his performance along with everyone in my family. I also love hearing Paula slurring her words while everyone debates whats actually in her coca-cola cup. I have come to realize that the reasons everyone enjoys American Idol are numerous. The purpose of this blog is to list a few of the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. America feels in control, powerful, and they can express their opinion every week&lt;br /&gt;2. Simon says what everyone is really thinking but won't say because they have a soul&lt;br /&gt;3. Chris Sligh&lt;br /&gt;4. The results constantly make for an easy icebreaker&lt;br /&gt;5. The fact that a 17 year old (Jordin Sparks) can be the front runner for the competition (scratch that, I just watched her sing Living on a Prayer)&lt;br /&gt;6. It is great for the family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31287898-67622287932966475?l=haydencopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/67622287932966475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31287898&amp;postID=67622287932966475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/67622287932966475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/67622287932966475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/2007/05/idol.html' title='Idol'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287898.post-7039952085980631292</id><published>2007-04-30T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:32:20.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Broken Bones</title><content type='html'>You're skipping words&lt;br /&gt;with syntax like a left turn&lt;br /&gt;Walking like an explosion&lt;br /&gt;you wash away what you took so long to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tired&lt;br /&gt;let me fix your broken bones&lt;br /&gt;Fall apart whenever you want&lt;br /&gt;i will piece you back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard your thoughts in time signatures&lt;br /&gt;composed on the broken white lines&lt;br /&gt;so stark against the asphalt&lt;br /&gt;youre hiding nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tired&lt;br /&gt;let me fix your broken bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, you're safe&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, you're safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening-Mr. Brightside-The Killers (off of Hot Fuss)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31287898-7039952085980631292?l=haydencopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7039952085980631292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31287898&amp;postID=7039952085980631292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/7039952085980631292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/7039952085980631292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-broken-bones.html' title='Your Broken Bones'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287898.post-1958349801834785497</id><published>2007-04-29T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:31:56.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mayer is so awkward</title><content type='html'>One mile to every inch of&lt;br /&gt;Your skin like porcelain&lt;br /&gt;One pair of candy lips and&lt;br /&gt;Your bubblegum tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want love&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it&lt;br /&gt;Swim in a deep sea&lt;br /&gt;Of blankets&lt;br /&gt;Take all your big plans&lt;br /&gt;And break 'em&lt;br /&gt;This is bound to be awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face&lt;br /&gt;I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase&lt;br /&gt;You tell me where to go and&lt;br /&gt;Though I might leave to find it&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let your head hit the bed&lt;br /&gt;Without my hand behind it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). Dumbest song ever&lt;br /&gt;2). Dumbest extended candy metaphor ever&lt;br /&gt;3). I totally paid 130 dollars for legit tickets to see him and Ben Folds at the Hollywood Bowl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31287898-1958349801834785497?l=haydencopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1958349801834785497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31287898&amp;postID=1958349801834785497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/1958349801834785497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/1958349801834785497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/2007/04/john-mayer-is-so-awkward.html' title='John Mayer is so awkward'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287898.post-2015274169580551087</id><published>2007-04-29T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:24:51.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out this sweet can of Fresca I made in Microsoft Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/RjT0cAVFGGI/AAAAAAAAABU/fywCRoHUw3E/s1600-h/fresca.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058937043405838434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/RjT0cAVFGGI/AAAAAAAAABU/fywCRoHUw3E/s400/fresca.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bring it David Hughes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31287898-2015274169580551087?l=haydencopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2015274169580551087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31287898&amp;postID=2015274169580551087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/2015274169580551087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/2015274169580551087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/2007/04/check-out-this-sweet-can-of-fresca-i.html' title='Check out this sweet can of Fresca I made in Microsoft Paint'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/RjT0cAVFGGI/AAAAAAAAABU/fywCRoHUw3E/s72-c/fresca.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287898.post-7705572653029304433</id><published>2007-04-29T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:24:51.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So say I am making a legit playlist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/RjTWSAVFGEI/AAAAAAAAABE/pQxjPwXH_tM/s1600-h/photo_61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058903886258313282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/RjTWSAVFGEI/AAAAAAAAABE/pQxjPwXH_tM/s320/photo_61.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so we all know summer is around the corner. Once in a while he pops out just to say a sly "O, hey" before he goes back around the metaphorical corner I like to call spring. Now for these wonderful days, I really need a playlist. There is nothing better than bumping ill tunes while your windows are down and the sun is cascading onto your face (see image 1). So, on my quest to make this legit playlist, I have a few songs solidified. But a few is not near enough, so I am asking the blogging community to help me on my journey to an awesome playlist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Steal My Kisses-Ben Harper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Catch My Disease-Ben Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. January-Avner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Big Trucks-Pedro the Lion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Girl-Beck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Earthquakes and Sharks-Brandtson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. L.A.-Elliot Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me some suggestions for those days that everyone loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening- You-Suburban Legends (off of Rump Shaker) (I can't believe I am listening to ska, this is awesome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31287898-7705572653029304433?l=haydencopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7705572653029304433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31287898&amp;postID=7705572653029304433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/7705572653029304433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/7705572653029304433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-say-i-am-making-legit-playlist.html' title='So say I am making a legit playlist...'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/RjTWSAVFGEI/AAAAAAAAABE/pQxjPwXH_tM/s72-c/photo_61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287898.post-4780560735430078301</id><published>2007-04-24T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:06:45.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>Really? Drunk guy in Germany, you slept with a horse in the bank, really?&lt;br /&gt;Lady in Wyoming, you drive around with a goat in your minivan, really?&lt;br /&gt;Man from Bridgeport, Connecticut, you tried to trade in a stolen jeep. You tried to trade it at the same place you stole it from, really? Your name is Jazrahel, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/i/757"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/i/757&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31287898-4780560735430078301?l=haydencopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/4780560735430078301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31287898&amp;postID=4780560735430078301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/4780560735430078301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/4780560735430078301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/2007/04/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287898.post-1366343528529011856</id><published>2007-04-24T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:36:22.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Things Ever</title><content type='html'>In honor of the greatest things in the history of the world, I have decided to write a little blog. When I say best things in the world, I mean stupid awesome things not actual awesome things. For example, Jesus, Martin Luther King, Mother Teresa; all awesome. All not able to be in this blog. Chia Pets, label makers, laser tag. All awesome. All fully eligible for placement in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. root beer floats&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting something cancelled out of your schedule when you were totally planning for it, but didnt wanna go (i.e. that one time I had a class 2-5, and it got cancelled)&lt;br /&gt;3. anything on vinyl&lt;br /&gt;4. understanding things in spanish when you only speak a little bit of spanish&lt;br /&gt;5. concept albums&lt;br /&gt;6. free cell&lt;br /&gt;7. chia pets&lt;br /&gt;8. label makers&lt;br /&gt;9. laser tag&lt;br /&gt;10. finding money in your pocket after you have already washed your jeans/shorts/pants and you are putting them back on&lt;br /&gt;11. footy pajamas&lt;br /&gt;12. celery with peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;13. power rangers&lt;br /&gt;14. except the yellow ranger&lt;br /&gt;15. when you wake up for some reason and you still have 15-20 minutes until your alarm goes off&lt;br /&gt;16. steak n shake&lt;br /&gt;17. white castle&lt;br /&gt;18. dc talk&lt;br /&gt;19. just kidding&lt;br /&gt;20. a toasted sub&lt;br /&gt;21. when you make the honking motion to semi-trucks and they actually do it&lt;br /&gt;22. reading "where the red fern grows"&lt;br /&gt;23. s'mores&lt;br /&gt;24. rainbow, not chocolate, sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;25. kickball&lt;br /&gt;26. anything that morphs into anything&lt;br /&gt;27. subwoofers&lt;br /&gt;28. hyperwoofers&lt;br /&gt;29. oregon trail&lt;br /&gt;30. forging the river&lt;br /&gt;31. cruise control&lt;br /&gt;32. venus fly traps&lt;br /&gt;33. that feeling once your done working out where your like "man, i am glad i did that"&lt;br /&gt;34. beating someone in ping-pong when the game extends beyond the score of 21&lt;br /&gt;35. bowling a strike&lt;br /&gt;36. bowling a spare&lt;br /&gt;37. sledding with 3 or more people on the same apparatus&lt;br /&gt;38. air bud&lt;br /&gt;39. not air bud golden retriever&lt;br /&gt;40. those car freshener trees&lt;br /&gt;41. steak&lt;br /&gt;42. using chopsticks as drum sticks&lt;br /&gt;43. playing air guitar to "back in black"&lt;br /&gt;44. two ply toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;45. roto tom fills&lt;br /&gt;46. those umbrellas that sometimes come in tropical drinks&lt;br /&gt;47. teppan grill&lt;br /&gt;48. weapons that dont hurt anyone really bad but cause much laughter&lt;br /&gt;49. various percussion instruments&lt;br /&gt;50. singing sounds rather than words (i.e. everyone sings the bridge to kelly clarkson's since you been gone, i prefer to alternate singing the guitar part/drum part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, there are 50 things that are disputably awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31287898-1366343528529011856?l=haydencopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1366343528529011856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31287898&amp;postID=1366343528529011856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/1366343528529011856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/1366343528529011856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-things-ever.html' title='Best Things Ever'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287898.post-3381105064666965478</id><published>2007-04-22T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:24:52.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/Riv08sTIgoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f8R3PlxJBb0/s1600-h/inverted+pourdown+lyrics.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056404330174251650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/Riv08sTIgoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f8R3PlxJBb0/s320/inverted+pourdown+lyrics.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh? better?&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/31287898-3381105064666965478?l=haydencopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/3381105064666965478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31287898&amp;postID=3381105064666965478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/3381105064666965478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/3381105064666965478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/2007/04/eh.html' title='Eh?'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/Riv08sTIgoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f8R3PlxJBb0/s72-c/inverted+pourdown+lyrics.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287898.post-4519860226134287296</id><published>2007-04-22T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:24:52.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole this from Mr. Brian Hurst</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/RiuqJMTIgnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oxcSxkN3E-U/s1600-h/Picture%252B1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056322081550533234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/RiuqJMTIgnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oxcSxkN3E-U/s320/Picture%252B1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/RiuptsTIgmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K6zq9sT8mXk/s1600-h/inverted.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056321609104130658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/RiuptsTIgmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K6zq9sT8mXk/s320/inverted.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know which one you like better, or if you like it at all. You can also suggest combinations (i.e. writing in the same place as that picture, but the colors from this picture) This, or some other design, will be a shirt in the near future, so your opinion matters! Its obviously very rough draftish, seeing as I used Brian's drawing (without him knowing, thanks by the way) and added some writing in microsoft paint. I know, real artistic of me. O, and you can probably tell the differences in color, I just used the trust ol eyeball to try and get the colors to match. Please let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/31287898-4519860226134287296?l=haydencopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/4519860226134287296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31287898&amp;postID=4519860226134287296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/4519860226134287296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/4519860226134287296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/2007/04/stole-this-from-mr-brian-hurst.html' title='Stole this from Mr. Brian Hurst'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OWIhuNkCSA/RiuqJMTIgnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oxcSxkN3E-U/s72-c/Picture%252B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287898.post-5125638985234106921</id><published>2007-04-20T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:04:03.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were crazy, I'd get this song to play at my funeral</title><content type='html'>I swear I dont normally think about songs that I would like to have mourners tap their toes with at my funeral, but this little number is just happy. And for some reason it's a song that makes me think "o, everythings alright".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jUUgjd1Vgt0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jUUgjd1Vgt0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus, the guys from The Early November have a really interesting story (wikipedia it). They took pay cuts to make their last cd, The Mother, The Mechanic, and The Path, only 9.99 even though its 3 discs. You gotta respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening-Alive with the Glory of Love-Say Anything (from ...Is a Real Boy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31287898-5125638985234106921?l=haydencopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5125638985234106921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31287898&amp;postID=5125638985234106921' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/5125638985234106921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/5125638985234106921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-i-was-crazy-id-get-this-song-to-play.html' title='If I were crazy, I&apos;d get this song to play at my funeral'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287898.post-8267025536390446579</id><published>2007-04-20T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:35:13.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 12</title><content type='html'>blows my mind. Everytime. Its the chapter that makes me want to follow God with a passion so strong that nothing will deter my thoughts or actions away. I think i should just start carrying this whole chapter around on a piece of paper and stick it in my pocket. not really...but seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31287898-8267025536390446579?l=haydencopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8267025536390446579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31287898&amp;postID=8267025536390446579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/8267025536390446579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31287898/posts/default/8267025536390446579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haydencopes.blogspot.com/2007/04/romans-12.html' title='Romans 12'/><author><name>Hayden Copes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970420869920527147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
