<?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-4248153710214196516</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:03:01.782-07:00</updated><category term='social life'/><category term='theatre.'/><category term='school'/><category term='the beggining'/><title type='text'>the [passing hands]</title><subtitle type='html'>walking through space and time, as a sophmore in highschool. The then, now, and next.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Colton Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13763770776503738154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SoUGkebwGII/AAAAAAAAABI/WmBqDPr2O28/S220/0812091508b-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4248153710214196516.post-6560715143261869058</id><published>2009-09-28T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:33:27.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO IT DO IT DO IT, GO GO GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SsEqmdprbFI/AAAAAAAAADA/3rN1wmexPeY/s1600-h/7324_1230961940838_1432813548_30654516_1025414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386633469594659922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SsEqmdprbFI/AAAAAAAAADA/3rN1wmexPeY/s320/7324_1230961940838_1432813548_30654516_1025414_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SsEqYzIX6UI/AAAAAAAAACw/yemV5iLb-Ak/s1600-h/7324_1230951220570_1432813548_30654466_2959954_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386633234842380610" style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SsEqYzIX6UI/AAAAAAAAACw/yemV5iLb-Ak/s320/7324_1230951220570_1432813548_30654466_2959954_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SsEqfFSREoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1RrJ-gxIXZg/s1600-h/7324_1230959340773_1432813548_30654489_2891565_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386633342794928770" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SsEqfFSREoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1RrJ-gxIXZg/s320/7324_1230959340773_1432813548_30654489_2891565_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SsEqrxRLSeI/AAAAAAAAADI/MYpuoHzmiGo/s1600-h/7324_1230975501177_1432813548_30654566_4979405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386633560759945698" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SsEqrxRLSeI/AAAAAAAAADI/MYpuoHzmiGo/s320/7324_1230975501177_1432813548_30654566_4979405_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO FALCONS! On Friday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Staley&lt;/span&gt; High School Faced their biggest rival (causing them 2 of their 3 losses the previous season). We had a pep rally at 5:00 AM and the game that night. We WON! Hear the whole story at :&lt;a href="http://www.kansascity.com/sports/story/1471597.html"&gt;http://www.kansascity.com/sports/story/1471597.html&lt;/a&gt;   .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4248153710214196516-6560715143261869058?l=passinghands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/feeds/6560715143261869058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-it-do-it-do-it-go-go-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/6560715143261869058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/6560715143261869058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-it-do-it-do-it-go-go-go.html' title='DO IT DO IT DO IT, GO GO GO!'/><author><name>Colton Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13763770776503738154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SoUGkebwGII/AAAAAAAAABI/WmBqDPr2O28/S220/0812091508b-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SsEqmdprbFI/AAAAAAAAADA/3rN1wmexPeY/s72-c/7324_1230961940838_1432813548_30654516_1025414_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4248153710214196516.post-5347768832206769855</id><published>2009-09-22T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:53:44.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And, its coming along.</title><content type='html'>I apologize I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; written in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt; at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; whats new with my life:&lt;br /&gt; I have realized that I am a really busy person, and  I learned that the outlet of escaping that stress other than theatre( because theatre brings stress.) is helping other people.&lt;br /&gt; I have a friend  who has been in the hospital for a few weeks because she has been diagnosed with a serious disease that she has recently been living with, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;its going&lt;/span&gt; through some tough spells. She has gotten out, but it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;medication&lt;/span&gt; that is really messing with her body physically and mentally. I realized that no one has noticed her absence from school, except me. I made a huge attempt to make contact with her, and finally got a hold of her.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; she cried, because she had b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;een&lt;/span&gt; depressed that no one has been talking to her, shes been alone and just been in schoolwork.  Then it hit me, the smallest thing to one person could make or break someones day.  Now, I have become much more aware of every action &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; making, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; forth new effort to help my friends and make more contact with them. Life lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving over to theatre (since that is my life nowadays) my school is presenting CLUE THE MUSICAL .  Yesterday was that dreaded audition day. The was treated to a formal audition, and so like any other audition, we were all given a number.  Our director explained, this number is your name. If you plan on having a career in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;feild&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all you may be is a number to people. They will not know you by first and last name, they wont care what your feelings are about the audition, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care if your prepared or not, they only care about your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt;. This struck me as the the norm for what I hear in theatre classes. But then I began thinking, I am so lucky I have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;audition&lt;/span&gt; with people who actually care about my outcome. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Oreforming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;inront&lt;/span&gt; of someone who knows my previous talents, and will critique me, but also inform me of what they wrote down, instead of worrying about  a callback or not and not knowing why if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get one. So on we went wit the auditions; I preformed "anything goes" and did a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt; jazz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt; to it. We preformed in front of judges which included  a stagecraft class, most made up of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; not involved in theatre whatsoever, and four teachers. After the audition we were told to sit in the hall, while our scores were added up. Afterwords our numbers were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; into makes and females and posted from top score to lowest. I turned out to be the top scorer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;and tied&lt;/span&gt; for best overall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt;, YEAH! Cast list will be posted sometime soon, so Ill be updating on what part I was cast as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for choir, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been enjoying it too much, but after our concert today for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Roterie&lt;/span&gt; Club  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; what being part of  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Staley&lt;/span&gt; High School Chamber Choir is all about.  Its about representing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Staley&lt;/span&gt; High School with our voices, and sharing something really special to show the community. We are becoming a singing family, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; really happy that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; becoming part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have been pushing myself so much this year. I am in an advanced theatre class, advanced dance classes for me, and in our schools top choirs.  I know this will be a year of learning, and let me tell you, its working. I have a feeling that even though this year went through a rough start, it cant be that bad. Yeah school work will be harder, but that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;expected&lt;/span&gt;. Theatre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be fun, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; thought it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; done anything yet. The school, dance, choir thing is starting to come together for once, and its all panning out. I cant tell you how excited I am that this year is getting better.   I really am blessed with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; I have been given this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4248153710214196516-5347768832206769855?l=passinghands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/feeds/5347768832206769855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-its-coming-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/5347768832206769855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/5347768832206769855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-its-coming-along.html' title='And, its coming along.'/><author><name>Colton Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13763770776503738154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SoUGkebwGII/AAAAAAAAABI/WmBqDPr2O28/S220/0812091508b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4248153710214196516.post-6119098389752798425</id><published>2009-09-12T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:48:47.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I Carry</title><content type='html'>For my Challenge Lit and Comp II class, we are reading a novel called "The Things They Carried". An excersize we were told to do was write a poem about the things WE carried into the classroom, and what is says about ourselves. Somethings physical, and some mental. (attainable, and not attainable.) I was really inspired by this excersize because somehow what a person carries on themselves says alot about their charachter. Since then, I have been watching what people carry, with what they look like and how they act physically. Some people I somewhat know, and some I have just seen in public.  Then, I start making stories about them in my head, about their past lives, love interests, personal habbits and hobbies. What they ate for dinner, or if I was eating at the saw time they were, WHY they picked what they did. Also silly things, like if they were stuck in a clssroom, what they would doodle in teir notebook, what they daydream about, or what kind of pets they have. ect. I know this sounds really weird, but its sort of fun when you have nothing else to do with yourself. I loved the excersize once I got started, so I thought I would share what I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry depicting colors of emotions, most not my true feelings. This shade I put over myself like a cloak; whatever pigment can help me blend in with the crowd, making it easier for everyone else not to notice me.&lt;br /&gt;I carry the excessive hunger, want, desperation, a stretch for that dying feeling of loosing myself on stage. Just one moment, where I can loose everything, forget everything, be who I WANT to be, not who I am. An instant where my body puts itself into a mode that leaks out every single one of my barricaded feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I carry my shoes, pieces of fabric sewn together to restrain my feet from being free. The same worn sneakers I’ve been wearing for years. Its’ an unchanged story of a gray shoe with two laces, worn soul, and missing lining. This pair has see the best of my days, the worst of melt downs, the most grueling workouts, felt the wettest tears, the longest laughs , and heard the most genuine secrets.&lt;br /&gt;I carry my planner, my guide to life. Without it, I would even forget to breathe. It’s my handbook to survival. I’m constantly going from here, to there [doing this and doing that. It has thrown me into a rushed routine of moving non stop, and it seems to be the source, the battery pack of the whole movement. It’s always with me, and if it isn’t, it’s because I’m dead.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I carry imagination. It’s easily kept in a jar with holes I’ve drilled in the top years ago. Its constantly leaking into my reality. It gives me illusions that I don’t have a problem with saying no to opportunity. It seeps daydreams of big cities, nature scenes, and dim lights that spark fluorescent colors. When I’m in horrible situations it saves me by showing me what I would want to happen. I carry this with the most delicate care, because without imagination, I would most definitely loose the war with reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4248153710214196516-6119098389752798425?l=passinghands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/feeds/6119098389752798425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-carry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/6119098389752798425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/6119098389752798425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-carry.html' title='The Things I Carry'/><author><name>Colton Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13763770776503738154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SoUGkebwGII/AAAAAAAAABI/WmBqDPr2O28/S220/0812091508b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4248153710214196516.post-8472019356686002844</id><published>2009-09-05T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:29:27.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at least im learning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; night (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; night, aye aye aye aye aye. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;satuurdayy&lt;/span&gt;.), and i spend my night, alone sick watching Grease and Grease 2 alone in my room. Way to be, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;colton&lt;/span&gt;. Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; was a half day at school, too bad I was sick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; whole day. I threw up a total of three times at school, while having to deal with a couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stressfull&lt;/span&gt; classes and rambunctious kids. On the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bright side&lt;/span&gt;, our theatre 3 class got the scripts to CLUE THE MUSICAL.  I read for the part I want, Colonel Mustard. YEAH! Yesterday, I also realized happiness is something that naturally comes to everyone, you have to learn to be happy.If you want something to be a bad situation, it will be. If you think you cant do something, you wont. If you constantly put yourself down and tell yourself things about you that YOU KNOW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; true, you become that person. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; Sam Jones, finally got this through my thick thick skull. Yes, you could say I am a stubborn person. I learned this through all my throwing up, hugging the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kleenex&lt;/span&gt; box and loosing all taste for food, and still smiling. Anyways, after school let out early, I went to hang out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;austin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;angela&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;teresa&lt;/span&gt;, and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;otter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; at taco bell. What was funny, is when they ask what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; name is, you can tell them ANYTHING YOU WANT. I told her my name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;robertotiago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sanleggo&lt;/span&gt; and they wrote it down. HA! That night, I went to the football game, and we won 34-0. YEAH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; RIGHT, YOU BEST WATCH OUT FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;STALY&lt;/span&gt; BECAUSE THIS IS OUR HOUSE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; days just seem to get better, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; starting to love this routine I was recently dreading. Though I know nobody is really reading this, I thought I should tell you. [: And, if you are actually reading, feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; about what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hink&lt;/span&gt; about my blog. But please be nice, constructive criticism is accepted, no need to be rude. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&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;"I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty in life Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4248153710214196516-8472019356686002844?l=passinghands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/feeds/8472019356686002844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-least-im-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/8472019356686002844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/8472019356686002844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-least-im-learning.html' title='at least im learning.'/><author><name>Colton Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13763770776503738154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SoUGkebwGII/AAAAAAAAABI/WmBqDPr2O28/S220/0812091508b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4248153710214196516.post-3608382244564666178</id><published>2009-09-03T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:13:26.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>wow, reality update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Ive realized lately that I am sweating the small things. Today in US history, I realized we had an online quiz, and I dread them. Just for some background info, I have been getting horrible grades on these quizzes, and there was&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SqB_-Bau6xI/AAAAAAAAACo/bynjaD4CLKM/s1600-h/0901091916-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another one assigned for the night. Now, in realization an actual teacher would explain, maybe have a solid lesson plan, but instead our teacher had us pull out our cell phones and call a number that stops telemarketers from calling our phone, educational? I think not. Most teachers would actually teach. Im more of a hndon kind of person. Its just not the way I learn, hopefully the grade in that class isn't solely based on quizzes, if so I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't written in this lately, so I have lots&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to&lt;/span&gt; talk about. Since the beginning of the school year I have been under some major stress, I guess you could say I got off to a really rough start. Well, for starters I had to get my schedule changed a million times, and now that its finally right, its not something I still no&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SqB_uwwt5PI/AAAAAAAAACg/5PC7ETBQtZU/s1600-h/0901091916-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t yet completely chompratable with. Our Chamber Choir is also going to Norway, which I will not be participating in because my parents did not beleive we could pay for it and therefore did not pay the initial payment that reserved my seat on the plane. So what a spring Break Ill be having. i also haven't told our director that I not going yet, I plan on getting to that tomorrow. I hope hes not mad. Though I would love to see his whole head turn red like last year.&lt;br /&gt;Now that the school year is finally down to a routine, its time for a break. I have no school Monday and a half day tommorrow. I am going to a football game tomorrow, woot! First Staley home game, and I wont be playing with the band, so I don't know how well this is gonna go because I might not know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;In recent news, our school schedule for theatre and my sial life is coming to a full. Staley's Theatre 3 class will be presenting CLUE THE MUSICAL as a dinner theatre this year, and I will be a part of it. Our first actual school production will be MIRACLE ON 34 STREET. whoop. I don't think I am auditioning for it though. What is our main stage musical for the year? LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS. I'm not quite sure what I am auditioning for, so if you have suggestions, &lt;strong&gt;feel free to comment below.&lt;/strong&gt; I am also starting dance classes next week and my weekly theatre class, with Van.&lt;br /&gt;As for a social update, I have a huge loss of connection with my best friend nowadays. Melissa and I for some reason cant talk to each other without getting frustrated with the conversation, or me missing who she used to be. I think this year , somethings just not the same, and if this mysterious change effects our whole friendship, then so be it. I also got asked to Park Hill South's Homecoming this year by this girl named Taylor Jeanne. A previous love interest, I guess you could say. It made my day, she sent a picture of her to my phone. Actually, the most adorable photo in the world. How could I say no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s199.photobucket.com/albums/aa35/will8706/Mobile%20Uploads/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0901091916-00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="629" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa35/will8706/Mobile%20Uploads/0901091916-00.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random Question:&lt;/em&gt; What does it mean in Basketball to "Sag towards the ball" ? Just wondering, because cha cha wouldn't answer my question. Thanks cha cha we are no longer on speaking terms. But, I have a quiz on vocab in basketball ,so the coach says, and I have no idea what this means. (if it even is a REAL phrase.) I'm horrible at basketball. --Funny story? I was in class yesterday, and while the kids were playing basketball, I was in the corner of the gym trying to balance the ball on my nose. Way to be productive, colton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---And I'm sorry this thing was a novel. I just had alot to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4248153710214196516-3608382244564666178?l=passinghands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/feeds/3608382244564666178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-reality-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/3608382244564666178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/3608382244564666178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-reality-update.html' title='wow, reality update.'/><author><name>Colton Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13763770776503738154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SoUGkebwGII/AAAAAAAAABI/WmBqDPr2O28/S220/0812091508b-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa35/will8706/Mobile%20Uploads/th_0901091916-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4248153710214196516.post-2027083488528035723</id><published>2009-08-16T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:52:25.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday / break the illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hi!&lt;/strong&gt; I feel like I going to be writing in this thing a little too often, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahah&lt;/span&gt; but its not like anybody is really reading me. if you are, will you comment? thank you. (: its nice to know who's out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in news. yesterday was my birthday! I turned 15 on the second to last day of summer. My friend Melissa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ridgeway&lt;/span&gt; took me to &lt;strong&gt;T REX&lt;/strong&gt; at the legends, to stuff and build a dinosaur. its just like "build a bear", but its not a bear. it was really fun. We also had lunch together at Culver's "home of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;butterburgers&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;em&gt;One question&lt;/em&gt;: why the hell is it called a butter burger? it just sounds like something that will give me a hart attack. so not a very good decision on their part. but I must say, it was the most delicious thing I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home my mom cooed me a great meal of chicken tenders and a baked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;potatoe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;( I know, I sound like I have the requests of a five year old, but it was really good.) as for b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;irthday&lt;/span&gt; cake, I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt; cake with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; filling and vanilla cake. yum, I blew out the candles as my mom and dad sang me their own version of "happy birthday" and I attempted to dance the tango. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. it was a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;So we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one more day of summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; planned anything yet, except I'm going to go look at some bikes, and I'm going to take my permit test (lets see how that turned out, since I only studied for three days.) Well see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I will be posting late, thanks for reading senior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I found this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;awsome&lt;/span&gt; blog. I think you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; read, its called "BREAK THE ILLUSION". and it has some words to live by, by a great philosopher. named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;. hes a cool kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; the link :&lt;a href="http://www.breaktheillusion.com/"&gt;http://www.breaktheillusion.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his blog is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; something to look up to. I hope you enjoy reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/Soi-yQ-UHbI/AAAAAAAAACI/CAW3lXC3Ek4/s1600-h/0815091503a-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370752326398385586" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/Soi-yQ-UHbI/AAAAAAAAACI/CAW3lXC3Ek4/s320/0815091503a-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;freind&lt;/span&gt;, "Ca74&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;rl&lt;/span&gt;" and by the way, the&lt;br /&gt;74" is silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4248153710214196516-2027083488528035723?l=passinghands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/feeds/2027083488528035723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-i-feel-like-i-going-to-be-writing-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/2027083488528035723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/2027083488528035723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-i-feel-like-i-going-to-be-writing-in.html' title='birthday / break the illusion'/><author><name>Colton Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13763770776503738154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SoUGkebwGII/AAAAAAAAABI/WmBqDPr2O28/S220/0812091508b-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/Soi-yQ-UHbI/AAAAAAAAACI/CAW3lXC3Ek4/s72-c/0815091503a-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4248153710214196516.post-8135058207472220382</id><published>2009-08-14T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:16:05.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.25 $ per tastebud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...its&lt;strong&gt; 3:07 am&lt;/strong&gt;. Ive been on the phone with Shelby Lewis, for about four hours now. we've talked about everything from sex, to politics, to how to make sequins out of steel. we even discussed "fannypack fiction. And when that awkward silence rolls around, we talk about how we woudl seel ourselves as prostitues. " I'm tired, and I must be at school at 10:30 tomorrow morning (Truth be told,  Ill probably be late and show up around noon.). but its about time I got off the phone. I'm going to miss these long nights, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goodbye pointless phone calls in the wee hours of the morning, hello late night studying and interaction with my new best friend, &lt;em&gt;the textbook&lt;/em&gt;. oh, I cant wait for school to start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"live the life you imagined." &lt;---- words to live by. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4248153710214196516-8135058207472220382?l=passinghands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/feeds/8135058207472220382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/08/25-per-tastebud.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/8135058207472220382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/8135058207472220382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/08/25-per-tastebud.html' title='.25 $ per tastebud.'/><author><name>Colton Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13763770776503738154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SoUGkebwGII/AAAAAAAAABI/WmBqDPr2O28/S220/0812091508b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4248153710214196516.post-8715386591373363943</id><published>2009-08-13T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:04:24.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the beggining'/><title type='text'>the turning tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School starts on Tuesday. &lt;em&gt;This is it&lt;/em&gt;, a whole new year at Staley.  I know most people make a big deal about their freshman year or, their senior year, but who's to say this year wont be an adventure? Well, with a new year comes goals to set, so lets make the ground line. I will be auditioning for all the main stage productions at our school, and working very hard in dance. I am taking jazz, tap and technique(leaps and turns). I will be trying to uptain a 3.9 GPA and maybe in the spring I can take up tennis or golf. (for the first time in my life, I have never played a school related sport.)  I also will plan on loosing fifteen more pounds this year ( with a successfully loss nearly twenty this past summer!(:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                Its less than a week before school, and I still don't feel ready. This past summer, was just so great with all the late nights, days at the pool, all the shows and theatre camp. Going to see movies every week, and hanging at the shopping center every other weekend. Doing what I want, when I want, well for the most part. haha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;               So this is it, a whole new school year.  All I have to say is, "&lt;strong&gt;bring it&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;                                                                    colton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4248153710214196516-8715386591373363943?l=passinghands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/feeds/8715386591373363943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/8715386591373363943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4248153710214196516/posts/default/8715386591373363943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passinghands.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-tree.html' title='the turning tree'/><author><name>Colton Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13763770776503738154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6YiUI32d9M/SoUGkebwGII/AAAAAAAAABI/WmBqDPr2O28/S220/0812091508b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
