<?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-10568615</id><updated>2011-11-30T14:45:48.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phoenix Forever Rises</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-112042077548199274</id><published>2005-07-03T14:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T15:01:28.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/anakinsidious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/anakinsidious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happened. I don't know how. This journal is being shut down. I will now be writing on livejournal. Disturbing this is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out for the last time here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-112042077548199274?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/112042077548199274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=112042077548199274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/112042077548199274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/112042077548199274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111969071100571886</id><published>2005-06-25T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T04:13:30.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Leaving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/movie_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/movie_bg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm getting ready to leave again. This sucks big time because I really want to stay here with you guys. Don't be strangers while I'm away. I'll look forward to seeing you as soon as I get back (some of you more than others). I hope you guys have a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111969071100571886?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111969071100571886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111969071100571886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111969071100571886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111969071100571886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-leaving.html' title='I&apos;m Leaving...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111969067273429353</id><published>2005-06-25T04:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T04:11:12.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111969067273429353?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111969067273429353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111969067273429353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111969067273429353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111969067273429353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111931109075551681</id><published>2005-06-20T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T18:47:06.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>That's right ladies and gentlemen I am back from my long and hot but very fun trip. Let's see where to begin in telling you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Florida and spent two days there at the beautiful Cocoa Beach. We went to NASA at Cape Canaveral. That was pretty cool to see all of the space ships and such. We got on the ship and it was just beautiful. The ocean was beautiful too. Such a great color of blue. The food, which was incredible was served by our waiter Juan who was incredible. The shows on the ship were awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of people on the boat.  One, however, stands out as my favorite. Kylie is her name and boy is she beautiful too. I'm not going to get into detail about her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back today. I've thought about a lot while I was gone. I'm not here fore very long. I return on the 24th and leave at 0500 the next morning. I hope that you all didn't have too much fun without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that nobody did as I requested. Perhaps you will take a shot at it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111931109075551681?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111931109075551681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111931109075551681' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111931109075551681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111931109075551681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111866035400214950</id><published>2005-06-13T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T05:59:14.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day...</title><content type='html'>So this is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't get all mushy on me you guys I'm only leaving for a few days and I'll be reachable for that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it'll be tough and I'll miss you guys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how you're going to function without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know where you put the lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno take my mom out somewhere nice while I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just too much info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you can't have my stuff if I die or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all back state side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out for a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111866035400214950?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111866035400214950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111866035400214950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111866035400214950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111866035400214950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/d-day.html' title='D-Day...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111862215830429089</id><published>2005-06-12T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T19:28:00.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Bahamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 237px" height="290" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Bahamas.jpg" width="467" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is D-day and 0800 is H-Hour. This is where I am going for vacation. I shall be gone for ten days. I will be able to be talked to for a few of those day so give me a ring if you're thinking about me and I may just pick up. I will NOT answer my phone while I am on the boat due to the fact of that whole ocean thing. I'm sure to have fun. You guys should do something fun too but not too much fun lol. I'll be back on the 23rd and back in Mishawaka the 24th. Then I leave again for Virginia for another week. I hope to see you guys on that less than 24 hours day that I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the first part of the story but I am not going to post any of it right now. I need to revise it a little and make sure everything is all right and how I want it to be. Plus I'm upset with length so I have to figure out what to do with that. But while I'm away &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERIOUS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;suggestions on the title would be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys back state side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111862215830429089?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111862215830429089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111862215830429089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111862215830429089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111862215830429089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/vaca.html' title='Vaca...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111860021465140770</id><published>2005-06-12T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T13:16:54.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New...</title><content type='html'>After a period of thinking and meditation I have come to the conclusion that liking &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;was bound to go no where and is probably a ridiculous notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like somebody else but I am not sure. It is probably just as ridiculous to like this person as it was the other. I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111860021465140770?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111860021465140770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111860021465140770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111860021465140770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111860021465140770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/new.html' title='New...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111854931628810473</id><published>2005-06-11T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:08:36.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing...</title><content type='html'>The longer I'm away from you guys the more I miss you. The feelings that flow through my blood right now are difficult to put into words that's for sure. I just miss you, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could find happiness again. I guess I just have to know that there is a girl out there somewhere that likes me and wants to be with me and that we can be happy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing among those stars&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what spring is like&lt;br /&gt;On jupiter and marsI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n other words, hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;In other words, baby kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with song&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing for ever more&lt;br /&gt;You are all I long for&lt;br /&gt;All I worship and adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111854931628810473?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111854931628810473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111854931628810473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111854931628810473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111854931628810473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/missing.html' title='Missing...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111818070817475698</id><published>2005-06-07T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T07:07:43.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is going to have to hold you guys over until the product is finished which will be sometime in July. These are the next seven pages I believe. Again I am sorry. I thank each of you for reading and your comments accordingly. I hope that you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;INT. DON’S MANSION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placido, Salvatore, and Amadora walk down the hall. Amadora stops in a room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, are you not going to open the door for me?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore reaches for the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, let me get that.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The door opens. Salvatore goes to step in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What are you doing?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Checking to see if there is anything wrong or dangerous. You know my job.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O. All right, I guess. Have a good night Placido. It was good seeing you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido is starting to sweat again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, you too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore turns to Placido.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You know what room we’re in. I will meet you there in a minute.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido starts to walk down the hall again. He moves more quickly. He finds the room and opens the door. He turns on the light and locks the door behind him. He sits on the bed. He gets out the black bag and sets it on the end table. He stumbles to take out the strap. He knocks the bag over and the bottle rolls underneath the bed. Placido ties the strap around his arm and puts the syringe in his mouth. He searches for the bottle underneath the bed. Then he grabs it. Then there is a knock at the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Who is it?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Another knock as Placido anxiously fills the syringe. Placido answers angrily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Who is it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A key is inserted into the lock. Placido is forced to abort. He takes the strap off and finds a trash can. He throws the equipment into the trash can just as the door opens. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Can’t you see that I’m-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido stops and looks at the girl. Belle is standing in the doorway in a nightgown smiling at him. Belle gives Placido a hug. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am so glad to see you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As I am you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Belle kisses Placido on the cheek. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I heard that you were here and I just had to see you. I have missed you so much, Placido, you don’t even know. I have so much to tell you.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Belle starts walking towards the hall. Placido follows. Placido leans on the doorway.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As I do you, Belle. Gosh, it’s been so long.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, but I am off to bed now. Would you like to eat breakfast with me in the morning?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That would be great. I’d love to.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore walks down the hall towards the two of them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Great, I’ll be looking forward to it. You have a good night’s sleep. We’ve certainly missed you around here.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Have a good night too. It'll be fun to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Belle walks away as Salvatore walks up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What was that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nothing. Let’s get some sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;The two go back into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;INT. PLACIDO AND SALVATORE’S ROOM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido wakes up. The covers are all over the place. The shades have already been opened. He wakes up groggily. He goes into the bathroom. He takes off his clothes and showers. When he gets out he starts to dry himself. Then he looks into the mirror. He runs to the trash can. He digs out the equipment. The bottle and syringe are broken. Placido gets upset and throws them back into the can. Placido continues to dry himself. Then he throws a towel around his waist, picks up the telephone, and dials.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, I need some more merchandise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HELEN &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What happened to what I just sold you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I had an accident.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HELEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Are you good for the money?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Of course I am good for the money but I need some today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HELEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido, you know that I do not like doing this. You need to get help. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Just help me out by meeting me today in the market.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HELEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fine. Just have the money.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido hangs up the phone. He gets dressed in loose fitting attire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;INT. SUN ROOM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido walks into the sun room. Belle, Salvatore, and Amadora are already seated. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I was beginning to think that you were never coming.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Please excuse me for being late. I had to take care of some business.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido kisses Belle’s hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You are quite excused.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido stands up straight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What are we having for breakfast this morning?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The help cooked bacon and eggs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My favorite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, I know that is why I had them make it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido smiles at Belle and she smiles back. Placido grabs a plate and fills it. He sits down next to Belle and begins to eat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So tell me what’s new?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Jaden walks in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JADEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Good morning babe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Belle stands and kisses him on the lips. Placido looks disappointed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Jaden, you remember Placido, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JADEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How could I forget? How have you been?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido stands. Jaden holds out his hand. Placido shakes it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All is well I suppose. Thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JADEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Belle hugs him and looks at Placido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I wanted to tell you that Jaden and I are getting married.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, congratulations. That is....good news. Great news. Probably the best that I have heard since I have arrived.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore stands up sensing the tension.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I think it is time that we must be going. Amadora wants to visit the market place this morning. I told her we could.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, of course. If you will excuse me, Belle, I am sorry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BELLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Of course, you must do your duty to the family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;INT. CAR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido and Salvatore are causally driving in a new car down the street. The car is designed with a wall between the passengers in the back and the driver and passenger in the front.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What was wrong with you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have not seen Belle in a long time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Keep your wits about you, please. That was a lot time ago. It has come and gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes of course. Why didn't you tell me? How could this have happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I  didn't feel that it was important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I guess that I am happy that she has found the happiness that she deserves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido points to the left at a parking space.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Park over there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, I see it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;EXT. STREETS OF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NEW YORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The market place is busy. Salvatore and Placido get out of the car and look around. Salvatore goes around to Placido’s side of the car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Are you ready to do this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Let’s go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido opens the door as Salvatore stands ready to help Amadora out of the car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Is there anything specific that you would like to buy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m just here to shop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All right, you lead the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have to pick something up for the room. Do either of you mind that I leave?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No, I do not mind. I believe that I have things under control here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nor do I mind. Get what you need.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thank you, my Lady. I will meet both of here back at the car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido goes off his own way. He walks down an ally. Helen is waiting for him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you have it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HELEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Why not? I told you that I need it, Helen. I was counting on you. I cannot just quit cold turkey like this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HELEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I can’t get my hands on any product right now. That gang that’s rivaling you guys is killing my business.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You mean Don Albina’s gang?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HELEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That’s the one. Placido, I know that you can get it through your gang.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido starts to sweat profusely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He starts to get angry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I can’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They cannot find out. If you wouldn’t have gotten me started in the first place! I’ve gotta have some more!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HELEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don’t shout. I have to go. We’ll be in contact. I’m sorry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Helen runs away. Placido walks back towards the car. Amadora is standing there with Salvatore angrily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What happened?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amadora got mad at one of the store keepers for not letting her try on everything that she wanted to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido opens the door of the car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O, I am sorry, my Lady. Would you like me have it taken care of it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amadora steps in with the help of Salvatore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido shuts the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Did you get what you needed?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No, they were out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That’s a shame. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido and Salvatore climb into the car and start riding away. A knock is heard on the wall and Placido lowers it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’ve gotta ask.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No, you know we don’t-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do either of you know who is trying to kill me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We are only here to protect you, Amadora, not to start asking questions, besides the person that ordered the hit could be miles from here by now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We are going to find who is trying to assassinate you. Whether it is this day or the next. It is just bound to happen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido turns to Salvatore in disappointment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Those were not our orders from the Don.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In order to protect Amadora we must find who is trying to kill her. And then we have to kill him. We can't let this injustice stand. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Please, Salvatore, you  must show some respect for the Family and for the Don. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is bull shit and you know it. I'm tired of this kind of work and everything that goes with it. We are too good for this.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We will do what the Don has requested of us and nothing more. This is exactly why you have not become a capo. You have to learn your respect for the Don’s decisions. The Don would not be happy that you would disobey a direct order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What are you talking about? You left! You shouldn't even be here! I shouldn't be here! I should be a Capo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hopefully, just by you being here, something will arise. I am happy that you two are my protectors. God knows I couldn't defend myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There is an awkward silence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am really glad to see you back, Placido. Really I am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am happy to be back. Really.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Were you happier being away?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That is hard to say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Of course he wasn’t. He missed us. I can’t believe that he was gone for so long. He should have been back sooner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, of course. There is no place that I’d rather be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So what do you feel about Agostino being underboss and Julian being &lt;span style=""&gt;Consigliore?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I don’t know what to think about it really. I guess a lot has changed since I have left. I mean, Amadora, you’re a capo and Phebe is the Don? I never would have guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, you are lucky to be alive. I would have killed you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A car hits the driver’s side of the car hard. Everybody in the car shakes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Shit! Before this is over you may just get your wish. Amadora stay down and follow me.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido draws his gun and gets out of the car. Mobsters wearing masks get out of the car with submachine guns and start to fire. Placido gets out the car and shoots two of them in the head. There is one that remains. Placido turns to Amadora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Stay here, we’ll take care of this.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amadora looks scared.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore and Placido start to run after the last man. They chase him through an alley and eventually see him go into a speakeasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That was fun. I hope you guys had a good time reading that. In the next few pages orders come from Agonstino and Julian to have Salvatore go with Amadora to Italy as Placido is sent to Egypt to find out exactly what is happening to the Family and who is responsible. It should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Preston out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/10568615-111818070817475698?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111818070817475698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111818070817475698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111818070817475698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111818070817475698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111792822501500212</id><published>2005-06-05T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:42:19.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Fifteen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;EXT. SKIES OVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NEW YORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A plane breaks through the clouds. Inside, Placido is speaking to a fellow passenger as a flight attendant moves towards him. His forehead is sweating.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And before everything got real messy, I left. So now I’m coming back, hopefully for good&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The passenger looks at Placido funny.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PASSENGER&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What’s wrong? You’re sweating. And why do you sound so unsure?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The flight attendant gets to Placido and waits.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O. Sorry, it’s just really hot in here.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido wipes the sweat from his forehead. He looks to the floor and then back up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I left a lot behind. I should probably be dead. Excuse me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido walks towards the rest room. He gets in and shuts the door. He takes a black case out of his pants pocket and opens it. There is a syringe, a bottle, and a rubber band. He pulls up his shirt sleeve and straps on the band. Then there’s a knock at the door. Placido sounds upset and preoccupied. Sweat is running down his face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes?!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;FLIGHT ATTENDANT&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sir, there is a telephone call in the other part of the cabin.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido looks confused.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For me?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;FLIGHT ATTENDANT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, sir. Would you like me to take a message?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No, I’ll be right out.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido takes off the strap and puts everything back into the case. He washes his face off in the sink and comes out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Where at?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;FLIGHT ATTENDANT&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, right this way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido follows the flight attendant to the front of the cabin. She picks up the phone and hands it to him. Placido sits and then speaks into the phone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hello?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hiya, Placido! How ya doin’?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore, is that you? You old dog? I’m doing great. What about yourself?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am doing well. We’ll have plenty of time to reacquaint ourselves when your plane touches down. How are you feeling?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Nervous.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Are you sure they even want me to come back? I didn’t really tell a lot of them that I was leaving.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don’t worry about it. I have already spoken with all of them myself. They are perfectly ok with it.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Are you sure?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Would I ever lie to you?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I guess not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You guess?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I know you wouldn’t.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The flight attendant comes to Placido. Placido turns to her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;FLIGHT ATTENDANT&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sir, you are going to need to end your conversation quickly. The captain is about to make his final approach.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido nods and turns back to the phone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thank you. Salvatore, look, I’ll be on the ground in a few minutes. We’ll talk then.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All right, it was good talking to you. There are some people I want you to see when you get here. Have fun. Bye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You too. Bye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido walks back to his seat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;EXT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AIRPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido’s plane touches down smoothly. Salvatore is outside a car waiting for him. The door comes open as a flight attendant comes out first. A few people get out of the airplane. Then Placido gets out with a large bag, a jacket on, and a coat on his head. Salvatore waves at him. Placido waves back and walks over to Salvatore. Placido looks up to the sky as he stops in front of Salvatore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mmmm…smell that air.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What? The filth?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Home, sweet, home…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You got that right. You ready to go? Here I’ll take your bags and put them in the trunk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore takes Placido’s bags and puts them in the trunk. A very large winged shape plane comes down from the sky. Placido walks away from the car to look at it. Eight fighters are escorting the plane upon this final approach. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What is that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore, done with putting the bags in the car, walks towards Placido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I meant to tell you about that... That is Amadora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido looks shocked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amadora?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, after you left she was a rising star. She’s made capodecina.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore walks towards the driver’s side of the car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Capo? Really? No shit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;They both get in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Haven’t you been trying to make capo even before I left?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore laughs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yea, that’s true. It seems as if the administration is going to keep me like this forever. Don’t forget though, you never made capo either.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m not forgetting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do you want to go see her?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That would be nice, I suppose.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore starts the car and drives over to that side of the run way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;EXT. AMADORA’S PLANE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amadora, in a nice dress, steps down from the airplane’s stairs with body guards around her. Amadora sees Salvatore. She waves her body guards off and walks quickly towards Salvatore. Placido stays in the car. Amadora does not see Placido and smiles at Salvatore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore, how are you? It’s been so long.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore takes Amadora’s hand and kisses it. Placido gets out of the car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore, you old smoothie…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amadora quickly pulls her hand away from Salvatore. She seems upset.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O. Placido, I did not know that you were here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I just got back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido walks around the car to Amadora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You haven’t changed a bit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, look at you, a capo, who would have guessed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, I just got back, as you can see. How long are you here for?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hopefully for good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amadora does not look happy about this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, that is good news. This city truly has not been the same since you left so suddenly. I will be-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amadora’s plane explodes. Salvatore ducks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Get down!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Three cars speed up and start shooting at the guards.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We have to get outta here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The shooting continues. The guards are shooting back but most are dying. Amadora looks scared.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What are we going to do?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Get in the car!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;They each get in the car. Amadora gets in the back. Salvatore starts the engine and speeds off. Placido turns around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amadora, keep your head down and we’ll get outta this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amadora speaks wearily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Uh huh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The cars follow Salvatore’s. Salvatore makes a fast turn through the fence of the airport and onto the street into traffic. The cars are still speeding after them shooting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yea!?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You better still have that good shot! Under the seat there’s a gun. Give ‘em hell.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My pleasure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido reaches under the seat and pulls out a Colt .45. Placido sticks his body out of the window. Bullets are littering the car. Placido shoots the lead car's driver in two shots. The car swerves into another shooting at them and explodes. Placido comes back in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hey, I got one!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yea, there’s still one more!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don’t worry about him. I'm all over it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido goes out. He shoots three times and hits the right front tire. The car hits another and stops in the road. Placido comes in as Salvatore swerves right and does not slow down. All in the car are hyperventilating. Placido turns to Amadora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You can get up now, Senator.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thanks, Placido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Anytime, don't worrya bout it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hey, what about me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You too. I will be sure the Don knows about this. This is ridiculous!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido turns to Salvatore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Just like the good old days, huh?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m just glad that you haven’t missed a beat or we would have got it right on in the kisser.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yea, tell me about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore continues to drive quickly towards the white house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;EXT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;MANSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Salvatore pulls up. He checks in with his bullet torn vehicle. The secret service stops his car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;GUARD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Destination and cargo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Passengers only. Myself, my friend, and Amadora. We are here to drop the capo off for her meeting with the Don.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The secret service looks in the car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;GUARD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What happened to your car?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We had a little trouble back at the airport. You know, anything for frequent flyer miles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Another man steps to the car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;GUARD 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Let them in immediately. The Don is waiting for their arrival.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;INT. DON’S OFFICE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Don is speaking with captain’s Julian and Agostino.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If the other smaller gangs leave us-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PHEBE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I will not let that happen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am just afraid that if a war does break out between the clans that there will not be enough soldiers on the streets to successfully combat an insurrection of that magnitude.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PHEBE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you really think that it will come to a gang war, Julian?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JULIAN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is difficult to say. There are so many people that are allying themselves with them. So much at stake anymore. The taxes on them are too much but we cannot survive without them. And the Feds do not help our cause.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PHEBE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I will not let that happen. Jesus, we just fought the last one reluctantly. This thing of ours cannot handle another.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amadora walks into the room followed by other Capos. Placido and Salvatore walk in behind her. Phebe stands up and walks towards Amadora. Agostino and Julian stand to leave and talk to Amadora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am glad that my men could escort your here safely, Amadora. Were the extra guards we sent of good use?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Your men are dead, Agostino.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Agostino looks astonished.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What? That is impossible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, we were ambushed at the airport, all of your men and the pilots are dead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Phebe walks over to the oval office windows.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Then how did you get here?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Luckily other members of your crew were there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Who?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido and Salvatore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Both of them step out from the corner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hmmm…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you have any idea to who is behind this attack? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is far too uncertain to say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I think it is the former captain, Albina. It only makes sense.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JULIAN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She did break&lt;span style=""&gt; Omertá&lt;/span&gt;. But she is not a murderer. She is lucky to be alive, Amadora. Let me assure you that it was not her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And I think you forget. We were her friends once. It is not in her character to murder a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Phebe steps forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PHEBE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She has started the rival gang…and she has been trying to take our members. But she has seemed to never really want to start a war. Why would she want to kill you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I don’t know but everything in my body is telling me that she is behind this plot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Phebe turns around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PHEBE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In this moment of crisis perhaps it would be best to place the capo with some new guards...perhaps those with a little more experiense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AMADORA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I do not think that this matter is nearly-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PHEBE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That dangerous but I do. Please, do it for me, capo. The loss of you would truly ensure that the next war would break out and nobody wants that. Perhaps old friends, like Salvatore and Placido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Julian turns to Phebe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JULIAN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That could easily be arranged. Salvatore is already here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But Placido does not work for us anymore. He quit a year ago. It may not be the most appropriate...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Phebe turns to Agostino and Placido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PHEBE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Placido, are you willing to be reinstated? You do know that one that breaks &lt;span style=""&gt;Omertá usually is a dead man. But since you have managed to keep your mouth shut…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, I could use the job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PHEBE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Good! Than it is settled. The both of you are now assigned to the protection of Amadora. Placido, it is good to see you back. We have missed you since you have been gone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, look at you, Don of the Family, who would have guessed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEBE&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, good luck on your new assignment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Phebe returns to her desk. Agostino turns to Salvatore and Placido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As underboss, both of you are now assigned to the protection of the capo. Get the capo situated in her room in the mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLACIDO AND SALVATORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;They just stand around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;AGOSTINO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, get a move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;SALVATORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, right this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three walk out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/10568615-111792822501500212?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111792822501500212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111792822501500212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111792822501500212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111792822501500212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-fifteen.html' title='The First Fifteen...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111792696514966835</id><published>2005-06-05T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T11:08:17.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Don Is...</title><content type='html'>The head honcho of any organized crime Family is the Don. The Don is a revered position like the Pope or the President. The Don has the final say in all Family matters no matter what and can not be overruled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that the decision of who to make the Don was difficult. It took much diliberation on my part on who was in a leadership position at the time that these events took place. Even though the story is based in an alternative 1920s New York, the events are taken from March of 2005. By reading my journal for that month and the a couple weeks before and after it it should have been easy to see my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Don is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/womansi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 164px; height: 156px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/womansi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albina is one of the only members of the New York Clan to ever leave and still be alive. Her current status is mysterious and unknown. She has been spotted in Europe and South America speaking with smaller gang leaders there. It is difficult to see her next move for she is just too unpredictable but it is even more unpredictable to see what the Don will do in light of this recent development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/womansi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 164px; height: 156px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/womansi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don of the New York Family, Phebe is both wise and strong. She is a close friend to Amadora and a former friend of Albina. She has come through for the Family in the past and does not plan any different. She has been known to be manipulative in deals and have sudden rages but she can do that because she's the Don. She had to get here some how and even if you don't like it you probably shouldn't say it or you'll be a dead man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy. This will be followed by the first fifteen pages of the story. It is still unfinished and still does not have a title. I added a couple lines to Amadora and Placido so be sure to check those out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111792696514966835?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111792696514966835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111792696514966835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111792696514966835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111792696514966835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/don-is.html' title='The Don Is...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111786468671724038</id><published>2005-06-04T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T10:56:51.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some More...Some More...</title><content type='html'>I will admit that these three characters have the most speaking lines out of the whole deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvatore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a soldier for the Family he carries out their work with other soldiers. Eager to become a Capo he strives hard to do what is right for the Family even though there are times when the Administration don't care. Even though he is a close friend and confidant with the Don the books are closed at the time being with the making of a new Capo which prevents him from having his own crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/womansi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 167px; height: 159px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/womansi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amadora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having always been involved deeply with the Family business, Amadora was a perfect choice for the new Capo in the Family to fill the vacancy and close the books. However with the looming storm over the Family she also makes a perfect target for an assassination to through the Family's busniesses and practices out of whack (no pun intended). She trusts very few with good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former member of the Family, Placido left for reasons that are still unknown. He is returning out of good faith for his friend Salvatore who has welcomed him back with open arms. He has never been a Capo but has always tried to do the right thing for the Family. His loyalties may be questionable but they always lie with the Family. Though he tries to do what is right he is not without flaw; he is addicted to heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111786468671724038?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111786468671724038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111786468671724038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111786468671724038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111786468671724038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-moresome-more.html' title='Some More...Some More...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111786470857848929</id><published>2005-06-04T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:12:42.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some More...</title><content type='html'>Here are some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian has been in the New York Clan as long as any member, even the Don. As consigliore he puts in his legal sense into every decision made in the Family. Together he works with the underboss making most of the decisions for the Family as to not both the Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agostino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with the consigliore as underboss, is in charge of virtually every decision that does not go in front of the Don. Though a higher rank, he consults the expertise of Julian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I had a lot of fun tonight at the poker thing at Paige's. I mean this with the utmost sincerity that I am sorry. I am sorry especially to Paige for causing a scene in front of Darrin knowing that we should have been on our best behavior. The rules should have been more defined and it just wasn't fair. I'm done talking about it other than that I just wanted to let you guys know that I am sorry but I did have a lot of fun and that I hope you did too. Paige, I thank you for letting us come over. -PJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. Sorry Pat for that whole thing tonight afterwards. Like I feel bad now and such because of it. Though it hurt that you said I was a shitty poker player, I shouldn't have questioned our friendship or whatever. I'm really sorry. -PJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111786470857848929?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111786470857848929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111786470857848929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111786470857848929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111786470857848929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-more.html' title='Some More...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111784738476230081</id><published>2005-06-03T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:11:21.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day...</title><content type='html'>Today was really really good. I did well on each final so I'm really not upset. That's about all that I have to say about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to eat with my family to TGI Friday's today and they told them that it was my birthday. They made me stand on a chair as they sung to me and made me fish the cherry out of my sundae with no hands. It was embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to this poker thing tonight and the movie tomorrow night. Between the two of them it should be really really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another set of character descriptions for you all while I try to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a religious guru, Jaden does not take part in Family affairs. The Don keeps him around because he does little harm and has been an active member of the Family in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/womansi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 167px; height: 159px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/womansi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being engaged to Jaden, Belle uses her religion has a sanctuary to stay out of Family matters as well, though she never really has been involved. The Don has granted her amnesty only out of the kindness of the Don's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are all of the minor characters. I hope you enjoy. Two of the bigger characters will be described tomorrow. The Don will be last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111784738476230081?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111784738476230081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111784738476230081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111784738476230081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111784738476230081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111776048891413124</id><published>2005-06-03T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:10:53.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More...</title><content type='html'>Here's another set of character descriptions for you all while I try to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruggerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an Ex-green beret member, Ruggerio's ties are really unknown with the Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/womansi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 167px; height: 159px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/womansi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known herione dealer, Helen's ties are unknown as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111776048891413124?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111776048891413124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111776048891413124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111776048891413124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111776048891413124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/more.html' title='More...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111775446590462969</id><published>2005-06-02T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:12:32.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was my birthday for all of you who are unaware and/or stupid. I am not going to point any fingers but you know who you are all that claim to be a true friend but I'll forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was good today. My Calculus final really wasn't as hard as I thought it would be but I probably failed it too so that's not saying much. German, US History, and Biology were a joke as expected so no disappointment there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my story, since it is not going to be done soon I have decided to give character descriptions. There is no particular order but the less featured characters are first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante is a Italian restuarant chain in New York City. He is an associate of the family. Dante owes the family for something that they did for him previously but is unknown. Supplies the family with information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Man%20silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nexeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Jew, he is in charge of Family activities in Egypt. Not much is known that goes on in Egypt not even the Don knows exactly what happens there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the two characters for today. I hope that you each have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111775446590462969?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111775446590462969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111775446590462969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111775446590462969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111775446590462969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/06/birthday.html' title='BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111759262105668371</id><published>2005-05-31T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:23:41.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As Things Roll To A Stop...</title><content type='html'>As school begins to wind down I start to think about a lot.  I start to think about what this summer holds for myself and others. I begin to think about where I am going to spend the summer. I begin to think what this last year of schooling has in store for all of us. How much harder could it actually be? Where am I going to go to college? Why am I going to do that? Why don't I do something else? There are so many questions and so few answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is May 31, the last day of the month, I was unable to complete the story on the deadline I thought I might do to the fact that school is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;. Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her.&lt;/span&gt; Like I don't even know what to say about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. I know that I want to be with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. I know that my chances are slim. I wonder if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; knows. Probably. There are a few that do know and are hopefully keeping their mouths shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111759262105668371?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111759262105668371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111759262105668371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111759262105668371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111759262105668371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-things-roll-to-stop.html' title='As Things Roll To A Stop...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111733337362095456</id><published>2005-05-28T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T21:22:53.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at school sucked. Like there was nothing good about it at all. Last night was a different story. Last night was great. I feel bad for Andy because of his knee and I tried to do everything that I could do to help him. Allison's party was lots of fun. I am glad that I decided to go. Spending the night at Andy's was really really fun because...well it's Andy and Spencer and they're just cool kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that my entries have been crappy lately but I've had a ton to do. Entries will be more lengthy after school gets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111733337362095456?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111733337362095456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111733337362095456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111733337362095456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111733337362095456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111720337318126009</id><published>2005-05-27T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:16:13.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey...again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Die at Age 79&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:+6;color:#0000CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  79  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how you'll die as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111720337318126009?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111720337318126009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111720337318126009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111720337318126009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111720337318126009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/surveyagain.html' title='Survey...again...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111716491353319026</id><published>2005-05-26T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T22:35:13.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey...</title><content type='html'>C u r r e n t&lt;br /&gt;001. time? 2221&lt;br /&gt;002. date? 5/26/05&lt;br /&gt;003. jewelry? necklace, always&lt;br /&gt;004. clothes? pjs&lt;br /&gt;005. taste? orange juice&lt;br /&gt;006. sound? a really really good song&lt;br /&gt;007. crush? there are some that know who it is...&lt;br /&gt;008. best friend? I have a lot of good friend, to pick one would be too hard&lt;br /&gt;009. emotion? tired/exhausted&lt;br /&gt;010. thing in sight? monitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G e n e r a l I n f o r m a t o n&lt;br /&gt;011. name? Patillo, Preston J&lt;br /&gt;012. nickname? PJ, Presty, Niner, Aged P, and more&lt;br /&gt;013. birthday? June 2nd&lt;br /&gt;014. sex? Male&lt;br /&gt;015. location? Mishawaka/Ft. Wayne&lt;br /&gt;016. grade? Senior&lt;br /&gt;017. school? MHS&lt;br /&gt;018. jobs? don't have a real one&lt;br /&gt;019. siblings? too many to name here&lt;br /&gt;020. pets? Goliath and Norbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T h e L a s t&lt;br /&gt;021. movie you saw? Episode III&lt;br /&gt;022. movie you rented? White Castle&lt;br /&gt;023. song you listened to? Somewhere Over The Rainbow just ran through my playlist&lt;br /&gt;024. person you talked to? Allison&lt;br /&gt;025. person you called? Spencer&lt;br /&gt;026. person that called you? Allison&lt;br /&gt;027. person you IMed? Spencer&lt;br /&gt;028. person that sent you a text message? Looks like Patti again&lt;br /&gt;029. thing you wrote? My story stuff&lt;br /&gt;030. thing you read? this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F r i e n d s&lt;br /&gt;031. best? we've been here&lt;br /&gt;032. funniest? a lot are funny, Amber can be retarded, but Spencer and Paige have good come backs and jokes&lt;br /&gt;033. trustworthy? I trust some but not nearly all and most only to a certain extent&lt;br /&gt;034. advice? Sev&lt;br /&gt;035. loudest? LT&lt;br /&gt;036. quietest? david or kevin&lt;br /&gt;037. most athletic? barbie&lt;br /&gt;038. most girly? paige for sure&lt;br /&gt;039. smartest? We can all out smart each other at times&lt;br /&gt;040. fallen for? again, i know who it is but you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C u r r e n t B u d d y L i s t&lt;br /&gt;041. total people? 68&lt;br /&gt;042. total people online? 10&lt;br /&gt;043. away messages up? 1&lt;br /&gt;044. people on cell phones? 0&lt;br /&gt;045. screen names you have? 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H a v e Y o u E v e r&lt;br /&gt;046. kissed someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;047. kissed a stranger? no&lt;br /&gt;048. snuck out at night? no&lt;br /&gt;049. run away? no&lt;br /&gt;050. cursed at mom/dad? not on purpose&lt;br /&gt;051. gone to church? yes&lt;br /&gt;052. lied to someone you love? I really can't remember&lt;br /&gt;053. masturbated? lol I'm taking the 5th&lt;br /&gt;054. played spin the bottle? yes&lt;br /&gt;055. gone skinny dipping? actually....&lt;br /&gt;056. showered? every day&lt;br /&gt;057. been to a funeral? unfortunately yes&lt;br /&gt;058. been to a bar/bat mitzvah? yes&lt;br /&gt;059. seen an R rated movie? of course&lt;br /&gt;060. had sex? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D o Y o u&lt;br /&gt;061. drink? no&lt;br /&gt;062. smoke or do drugs? of coures not&lt;br /&gt;063. have gay friends? none that I know of&lt;br /&gt;064. have lesbian friends? yes&lt;br /&gt;065. have bisexual friends? the chances are high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E i t h e r O r&lt;br /&gt;066. hot or cold? cold&lt;br /&gt;067. white or black? black&lt;br /&gt;068. spring or fall? spring&lt;br /&gt;069. looks or personality? combination of both&lt;br /&gt;070. sunrise or sunset? sunrise&lt;br /&gt;071. smart or stupid? smart&lt;br /&gt;072. video or dvd? dvd&lt;br /&gt;073. tape or cd? cd&lt;br /&gt;074. jock, prep, or skater? none of those&lt;br /&gt;075. serious or sarcastic? both when the time is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F u t u r e&lt;br /&gt;076. college? I'm retarded so I'm lucky to go&lt;br /&gt;077. career? law&lt;br /&gt;078. place of marriage? I have a grand image of my marriage that probably will never happen&lt;br /&gt;079. wife? yes&lt;br /&gt;080. number of children? two-three&lt;br /&gt;081. two girls names? Alexis&lt;br /&gt;082. two boys names? Preston or something else but I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;083. car? Lamborghini&lt;br /&gt;084. house? estate/ White House&lt;br /&gt;085. place to live? Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F a v o r i t e&lt;br /&gt;086. movie? Difficult to say; depends on genre but usually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Beautiful Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. actor? Kiefer Sutherland&lt;br /&gt;088. actress? Keira Knightley&lt;br /&gt;089. food? chinese&lt;br /&gt;090. drink? grape juice&lt;br /&gt;091. alcoholic drink? none&lt;br /&gt;092. tv show? 24, The Shield, Nip/Tuck, and The West Wing&lt;br /&gt;093. tv channel? Fox News/ The History Channel&lt;br /&gt;094. number? 65&lt;br /&gt;095. song? don't really have one, depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;096. band? don't have one&lt;br /&gt;097. artist? don't have one&lt;br /&gt;098. color? black&lt;br /&gt;099. thing to do? write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. current time? 10:36pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111716491353319026?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111716491353319026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111716491353319026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111716491353319026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111716491353319026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/survey.html' title='Survey...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111707695360994723</id><published>2005-05-25T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:09:13.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCE6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #1 Match: ENFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.&lt;br /&gt;You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCCD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #2 Match: ENTP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE5E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Visionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.&lt;br /&gt;You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.&lt;br /&gt;You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great entrpreneur, marketing executive, or actor.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFECC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #3 Match: ENFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFEE5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.&lt;br /&gt;You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCE6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #4 Match: INFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.&lt;br /&gt;Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.&lt;br /&gt;But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCCD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #5 Match: ENTJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE5E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Executive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural leader - with confidence and strength that inspires others.&lt;br /&gt;Driven to succeed, you are always looking for ways to gain, power, knowledge, and expertise.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you aren't the most considerate person, especially to those who are a bit slow.&lt;br /&gt;You are not easily intimidated - and you have a commanding, awe-inspiring presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great CEO, entrepreneur, or consultant.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111707695360994723?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111707695360994723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111707695360994723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111707695360994723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111707695360994723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/quiz.html' title='Quiz...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111699438085111786</id><published>2005-05-24T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:33:14.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Food. High Times.</title><content type='html'>Nothing is sweeter than a half day in the form of a maroon day. It has to be the best action ever. I can't say a whole lot happened at school today. I remember that Paige had an episode or two in Biology. That was probably the best part of the school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Spencer and I locked Paige out of her car and then Spencer took the keys. After that we went to Andy's. From there Andy, Spencer, Kevin, and I went to Macri's or w/e and ate. That was pretty good. Then we went to Kevin's and watched this movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/harold-and-kumar_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/harold-and-kumar_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny. Before that Andy tried to beat me up cause I harassed him in the car on the way back to Kevin's house.  After that we tried to get Amber to do something with us like she said she would but obviously lied. Then we went to Wal-Mart and Krispy Kreme with Izzy and that was pretty fun. And then I came home and did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why I am meant to be unhappy.  What am I paying for?  Will I ever find happiness again? Why is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;so difficult? Does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; even sort of feel the same way I do? I have too many questions that'll never get answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111699438085111786?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111699438085111786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111699438085111786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111699438085111786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111699438085111786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/fast-food-high-times.html' title='Fast Food. High Times.'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111690064155978146</id><published>2005-05-23T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:37:36.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Heroes. One Enemy. All Action.</title><content type='html'>This week is going to be very, very busy. At least the English project was moved to Tuesday instead of Friday. I still have three tests on Friday (German, History, and Calc). That's terrible. I'm going to fail that Calc final, it won't even be funny. What is funny is that Mrs. Flora gave me the answers for some of the problems so that's cool. Gotta love that Mrs. Flora. German is just gay and so is history. I came home and finished the english summary that I started in class today. Got that big time Bio party at Mr. Man's on Wed so that'll be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/starfighterse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/starfighterse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title refers to yet again another Star Wars video game. Aren't they great. This is the first flying type game that I have played on Xbox and it doesn't fail to be like the others. It's pretty good though, I can't complain. The story line is very original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to announce that the story will not be completed on the date that I originally announced. Some thing went off in my mind telling me that points that I wanted to make about some characters that are necessary for the second part. The second part is very difficult to plan because the year hasn't ended yet. I have decided on the introduction of two new characters not previously mentioned in the one I'm working on now. I'm just distraught. But thanks for paitience guys. Once the site is up a little bit more character descriptions will be up. I'm willing to talk about your personal character if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Oooooooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooh oooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Way up high&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dream of once in a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dream of&lt;br /&gt;Dreams really do come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where trouble melts like lemondrops&lt;br /&gt;High above the chimney top&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to&lt;br /&gt;Oh why oh why can't I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I see trees of green and red roses too&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch them bloom for me and you&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I see skies of blue and&lt;br /&gt;I see clouds of white&lt;br /&gt;And the brightness of day&lt;br /&gt;I like the dark&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;So pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;and also on the faces of people passing by&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shaking hands saying&lt;br /&gt;How do you do&lt;br /&gt;They're really saying I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies cry and I watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;They'll learn much more then we'll know&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where trouble melts like lemondrops&lt;br /&gt;High above the chimney top&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Way up high&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why can't I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh Oooooooooh &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all I have for today. Comments are always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. You looked really cute today, Paige. -PJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. Star Wars is not an obsession for me. It's a get away from the reality that we are forced to suffer. Some of you will understand, most should actually. Unfortunately I have to come back because no matter how hard I try I'll never be a Jedi. -PJ&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/10568615-111690064155978146?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111690064155978146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111690064155978146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111690064155978146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111690064155978146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/three-heroes-one-enemy-all-action.html' title='Three Heroes. One Enemy. All Action.'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111680889543182177</id><published>2005-05-22T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T19:45:57.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Of The Jedi Action...</title><content type='html'>At a bright 430 this morning I got a call. I must admit that I was half asleep and don't remember a whole lot about it but it was Sev. She had called me to wish me a happy birthday, even though it really is not my birthday. That was nice of her. I woke up for real sometime around nine and worked on English. I have six of them down now and have one more to go currently. The party was great; lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started playing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars Episode III&lt;/span&gt; video game.  It is pretty cool. Some of the Force powers and saber moves are awesome.  I beat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars Republic Commando&lt;/span&gt; today also.  It had a sad ending and seemed to be a really short game but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111680889543182177?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111680889543182177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111680889543182177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111680889543182177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111680889543182177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-of-jedi-action.html' title='All Of The Jedi Action...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111673570934752687</id><published>2005-05-21T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:32:23.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn...</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome, probably one of the best days that I have had in a while. I went shopping for my birthday presents. I got &lt;em&gt;Star Wars Starfighter Special Edition&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Pariah&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Star Wars Episode III Revenge of the Sith&lt;/em&gt;, two pairs of shorts, two shirts, sunglasses, a watch, and &lt;em&gt;Star Wars Trivial Pursuit Saga Edition&lt;/em&gt;. I also reserved a copy of &lt;em&gt;Star Wars Battlefront II, The Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Halo 2 Multiplayer Map Pack. &lt;/em&gt;I have started to play one of the games so that's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this stupid reception thing. It was pretty gay. We left like an hour after we got there. I really don't know why I decided to go. That was a mistake. I got five of my English stories done so far. I have the introduction and the conclusion completed but I want to revise them. In seminar Monday I am going to do the time period shit so I can get that out of the way. I think my birthday celebration tomorrow is going to put me behind schedule. I have done all of the fun stories like &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt; and such so that I really don't want to do the rest. I just have to find the motivation to write these stupid things. It really only takes a half an hour to write one max. O, some stories are not going to get quotes just because I really don't want to take the time to find where they are and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Assault-on-Precinct-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Assault-on-Precinct-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a movie today called A&lt;em&gt;ssault on Precinct 13&lt;/em&gt;. It was all right. I probably would see it again once. Just though you guys ought to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am torn... Torn because I am so happy down here.  I don't know what to do...  I am torn because of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;.  I don't know what to do...  I am just torn to pieces, guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night all you bitches. You're bitches for not commenting...EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111673570934752687?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111673570934752687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111673570934752687' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111673570934752687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111673570934752687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/torn.html' title='Torn...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111668234491970005</id><published>2005-05-21T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T08:40:44.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful...</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't go that far but it was good. Actually, yesterday was all right, I guess. &lt;em&gt;Taste of Germany&lt;/em&gt; was pretty good. Not a whole lot of stress there. Really didn't get to talk to Paige during Cannoot's class today, sorry Paige. I had to walk mentally handicapped kids around the school. That wasn't too stressful or bad. Then the test of death really wasn't that bad in Flora's though she was NOT in a good mood yesterday. Mr. Man's class is a joke as he made us watch this stupid snake porno. After that I went home and packed for my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/acgrepsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/acgrepsh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Ft. Wayne somewhere around eightish. I did two of my English project things as soon as I arrived. So that's pretty cool. I've actually already done one this morning. Today I am going shopping for my b-day presents and clothes. See we're celebrating my birthday this weekend because I can't get over here until July if we don't do it this weekend. As of right now they do not have any presents for me so we have to go buy them all. So that's pretty cool. I have to go to some party thing later today maybe. It depends on if I feel like it, which I probably won't so I'll just stay here and play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, the picture is what I took to get here. Have a good day guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111668234491970005?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111668234491970005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111668234491970005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111668234491970005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111668234491970005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111659017221391840</id><published>2005-05-19T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T07:05:58.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>Twenty-eight years in the making. I have waited ten years for this moment. The release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars Episode III The Revenge of the Sith&lt;/span&gt;!  The greatest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars &lt;/span&gt;movie ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/EIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/EIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;Episode III&lt;br /&gt;Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;War! The Republic is crumbling under attacks by the ruthless Sith Lord, Count Dooku. There are heroes on both sides. Evil is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a stunning move, the fiendish droid leader, General Grievious, has swept into the Republic capital and kidnapped Chancellor Palpatine, leader of the Galactic Senate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Separatist Droid Army attempts to flee the besieged capital with their valuable hostage, two Jedi knights lead a desperate mission to rescue the captive Chancellor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/yaviscant2xg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/yaviscant2xg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:60%;" &gt;That was seen everywhere around the world for the first time yesterday on the silver screen. It was great. Elliot, Spencer, Andy, Paige, Amber, Kevin, Tony, Alex, and Lenny were all there to share the experience of a life time. It was incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:60%;" &gt;Preston out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111659017221391840?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111659017221391840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111659017221391840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111659017221391840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111659017221391840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111647451415648112</id><published>2005-05-18T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:48:34.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>I'm not happy where the story is going. I think I know what it needs more of. There is a point that I made that I don't think I made clear enough throughout the story so I need to add a scene or two to make it show more clearly. It's just upsetting. I have reached 75 pages it's just frustrating to think about really. I am actually in pre-production of the sequal. That's all I really have right now. Comments would boost my moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111647451415648112?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111647451415648112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111647451415648112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111647451415648112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111647451415648112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111637369106476126</id><published>2005-05-17T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T18:50:32.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday...</title><content type='html'>I think I like Tuesdays less than Mondays but I am not sure.  I am tired of doing the same thing day after day week after week. It gets annoying. Really it does. I am frustrated with my place in life.  I feel as if I should be doing something bigger and better than sitting around all day and "learning." It's a very frustrating feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole love thing has gotten to me too but I don't feel like writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/gof_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/gof_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New movie is coming out soon. November actually. I'm pumped for that almost as much as I am for Star Wars.  Took a Star Wars test today and get a 13 out of 15.  So that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for now. Comment people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111637369106476126?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111637369106476126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111637369106476126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111637369106476126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111637369106476126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111627674293196031</id><published>2005-05-16T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:37:59.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Week...</title><content type='html'>Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in a while, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty good day. Went to school with Al. Found out that I did not have a math test so that was cool. German was boringly gay. US History was really really boring too. If Paige wasn't there I'd probably end up dying in that class. Math was cool as always. Got yelled at for never paying attention though so that sucks. Biology was pretty cool too. I've decided that it is the back corner vs. the front corner and that the front corner is upset cause we're cooler. I don't know what they get pissed off about. It's not like they're paying attention either. So that was cool. I'm glad that we're really not learning anything hard. I have to work on my English portfolio this weekend hardcore cause that's due next Friday guys. O, Amber's hair VERY cute! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/EIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/EIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars is this week! I'm so excited that I think I'm going to shit myself. It's going to be awesome. I really cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/hp5pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/hp5pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to reread book five &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; (very good). Always a recommendation from me here. Not my fav in the series though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly gotta talk about this Euchre tourney. It was pretty good. Spencer and I did well. Not the best but well. I was proud of us. We finished 5th in the tourney out of twenty four teams. The mayor was talking crap about us. I really don't know why. But all in all it was fun though we were not back in time for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;. We're going to beat everybody next year, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the comments people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111627674293196031?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111627674293196031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111627674293196031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111627674293196031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111627674293196031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-week.html' title='A New Week...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111609302193575015</id><published>2005-05-14T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:28:08.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Fucking Tired...</title><content type='html'>I'm tired guys. I am tired of being treated like shit and kissing ass to get no where. I am not "reading" anybody I'm just telling it how it is. I am unappreciated most of the time until somebody needs something and that is made abundantly clear due to the inability to reason with those who are upset with me. They will not even give me a chance. I guess when things get shitty I must have some other motive. I'm glad you can read me too. You've been reading me well for a long time then. I'm just tired of it and want to be friends. Why is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111609302193575015?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111609302193575015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111609302193575015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111609302193575015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111609302193575015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-so-fucking-tired.html' title='I&apos;m So Fucking Tired...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111608929237322862</id><published>2005-05-14T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T11:48:12.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; background: rgb(188, 233, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: small-caps; font-weight: bolder; font-size: 14pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: 0.3em; text-align: center; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: June 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; background: rgb(226, 245, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 2nd day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 is a very social number allowing you to make friends easily and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more prone than most to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="8" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111608929237322862?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111608929237322862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111608929237322862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111608929237322862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111608929237322862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111608645611826766</id><published>2005-05-14T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T11:10:03.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night Was...</title><content type='html'>School sucked yesterday. I am not going to lie to you guys and tell you anything different. It was terrible. We had the Jew for a sub. He wouldn't let us do anything. He was a faggot. During Seminar he said that we couldn't look at exotic animals online so Spencer and I went to Mr. Man to get a note saying that we could. lol that was probably the best part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/goldeneye1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/goldeneye1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of the guys went over to Andy's to play the greatest FPS ever made, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goldeneye&lt;/span&gt;. It is actually in the top ten of greatest games made ever. So that was pretty cool. Then we ordered these G-Bomb pizzas from South Bend because Andy is an idiot and called the wrong place. We were taking turns in the bathroom all night. If you were to light a match in that room the house would have blown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played some serious Texas Hold'em. I placed third and I really don't remember who placed first or second. Elliot got fourth from what I remember though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website Josh Hall has made for me is up and running but it is still under construction. It does look really nice and as soon as it's even 50% done I'll put up the url to the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111608645611826766?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111608645611826766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111608645611826766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111608645611826766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111608645611826766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-night-was.html' title='Last Night Was...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111594846904876665</id><published>2005-05-12T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:33:30.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you...</title><content type='html'>Today I had three tests. It really wasn't that bad. German I missed five so that was a bitch. US History was pretty easy, I was the first one done, as always. I took a Biology test and with Mr. Man's help I got all of them correct. That class is ridiculous. Nobody really cares if somebody leaves. It's terrible. I don't even like going there anymore. If it wasn't for Paige and Spencer I wouldn't. I was really hyper today and I really don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awards thing tonight was gay, as predicted. I have two tests tomorrow so that's gay. I really don't want to go but I'm pretty sure the perfect three will go to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/xbox-360-faq-20050428074530257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/xbox-360-faq-20050428074530257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Xbox was unveiled today as seen above. It is incredible. Xbox 360: Gaming has come full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/xbox362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/xbox362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some serious consideration I have choosen the person I need to complete the story line. That character will be Nate. I can't say a lot about his character or what he is doing. It is just him. If anybody wants to know more speak with me. Hopefully there will be a promo site up and running soon if the graces of the one and only Josh J. Hall chooses. That should be good. Thanks Josh. Thank you all for your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111594846904876665?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111594846904876665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111594846904876665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111594846904876665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111594846904876665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111585312157328476</id><published>2005-05-11T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:27:41.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help...</title><content type='html'>I need some help guys. I need one more character for my story about the mafia and I do not know who to make it. I will give you the list of characters that I have already used but I just can't figure it out. Now, I do have the complete story outline for this story I just need a person that we know in order to continue. Again it must be somebody we know. Here is the list of the people already used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;br /&gt;Spencer&lt;br /&gt;Barbie&lt;br /&gt;Andy&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;Allison&lt;br /&gt;Josh Hall&lt;br /&gt;Amber&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Josh R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Don't be upset if you have not been included. It is not because I do not like you. It is very difficult due to time constraints to introduce a character just to have them never return not to mention it makes me feel really stupid for even having them in the story. Sorry. -PJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111585312157328476?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111585312157328476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111585312157328476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111585312157328476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111585312157328476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/help.html' title='Help...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111581234908562452</id><published>2005-05-11T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T06:52:29.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad...</title><content type='html'>I am sad cause comments are at a record low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston sadly out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111581234908562452?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111581234908562452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111581234908562452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111581234908562452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111581234908562452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/sad.html' title='Sad...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111576543048379326</id><published>2005-05-10T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T17:56:10.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I have been writing these stories or whatever you want to call them for a while. For the mafia one I have hit a record of fifty pages today.  I know that doesn't sound like much but it really is. I did not like where the story was going so I had to tear the whole thing down and start from scratch. I was not running as similar to our lives as I wanted it to. The theme will remain the same. The most difficult part probably was the choosing of Godfather's. Surprisingly for the story to work out the Godfather is a female. I may post more about it later. An exerpt perhaps. Who knows. Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Godfather1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Godfather1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111576543048379326?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111576543048379326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111576543048379326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111576543048379326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111576543048379326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111569096916897472</id><published>2005-05-09T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:26:23.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/24-kiefer138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/24-kiefer138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two more episodes of the best show on television are left. It was great tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened today? A lot of nothing. It is always depressing when you don't even make personal accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111569096916897472?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111569096916897472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111569096916897472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111569096916897472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111569096916897472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-is-up.html' title='Time Is Up...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111559679656646689</id><published>2005-05-08T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T21:30:45.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After Action Report...</title><content type='html'>Last night (prom) was not as bad as it could have been. Diner took way too long to get to us. That pissed me off more than anything about the whole night. All in all I was pretty happy. I hope everybody had a good time. All of the ladies looked stunning. Thank you each for the dances. Spencer's B-day party at the end was fun. Happy B-Day, Pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a relapse in the middle of prom. Broke down when I got home. Feel like dying now. I hate it. I just want to be loved again. Why is that so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/mish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/mish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide Is Painless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through early morning fog I see&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;visions of the things to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pains that are withheld for me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize and I can see...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;that suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to find a way to make&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;all our little joys relate&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;without that ever-present hate&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;but now I know that it's too late, and...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;that suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The game of life is hard to play&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna lose it anyway&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The losing card I'll someday lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this is all I have to say.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;that suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only way to win is cheat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lay it down before I'm beat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and to another give my seat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;for that's the only painless feat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;that suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sword of time will pierce our skins&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't hurt when it begins&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as it works its way on in&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;that suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;A brave man once requested me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;to answer questions that are key&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;is it to be or not to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I replied 'oh why ask me?'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;it brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and you can do the same thing if you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tired of doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Preston out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111559679656646689?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111559679656646689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111559679656646689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111559679656646689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111559679656646689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/after-action-report.html' title='After Action Report...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111549199200007720</id><published>2005-05-07T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T07:46:21.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Reached It...</title><content type='html'>00:   01: 00: 00&lt;br /&gt;days   hours     min      sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Day: May 7, 2005&lt;br /&gt;H-Hour: 1630&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've reached the point of no return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Past the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;The final threshold&lt;br /&gt;What warm unspoken secrets&lt;br /&gt;Will we learn&lt;br /&gt;beyond the point of no return?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111549199200007720?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111549199200007720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111549199200007720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111549199200007720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111549199200007720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/weve-reached-it.html' title='We&apos;ve Reached It...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111549168026280910</id><published>2005-05-07T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T13:49:22.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Coming...</title><content type='html'>00:   03:   30:  46&lt;br /&gt;days   hours     min      sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Day: May 7, 2005&lt;br /&gt;H-Hour: 1630&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're almost there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111549168026280910?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111549168026280910/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111546935886220133</id><published>2005-05-07T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T13:49:02.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>00:     05:         30:       24&lt;br /&gt;days   hours     min      sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Day: May 7, 2005&lt;br /&gt;H-Hour: 1630&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a day long remembered....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111546935886220133?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111546935886220133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111546935886220133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111546935886220133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111546935886220133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111546957767252692</id><published>2005-05-07T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T07:42:24.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the day of many happenings in history. The Kentucky Derby is today. The Nazis surrendered to the Allies today. The French lost Ino-China to the Vietnamese. Today is prom. But something more important happened today 17 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/happy%20birthday%20candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/happy%20birthday%20candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer Brooks Patterson was born onto this forsaken planet we called earth. What could be more important than that in history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Patti. I hope it's one of the best of many to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111546957767252692?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111546957767252692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111546957767252692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111546957767252692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111546957767252692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111535080849617400</id><published>2005-05-05T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:43:13.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of it...</title><content type='html'>Tired of the bitchin'. That's all I hear anymore. I've actually had a pretty good week when all is said and done. Tired of the constant complaining. Tired of nothing being good enough anymore. Just stop and be happy with what you have people. Some people are way too fucking happy to get out of here. I admit that I want to get out of here too but Christ people, think about the feelings of others. We all knew that we'd have to split eventually, it was inevitable. Just don't tread on other people's feelings because you are being selfish and want to leave everybody behind. It could be worse and it really isn't that bad. So shut the fuck up people cause you're going to miss 'em when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111535080849617400?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111535080849617400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111535080849617400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111535080849617400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111535080849617400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/tired-of-it.html' title='Tired of it...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111530224085282749</id><published>2005-05-05T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T15:45:27.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Like To Take A Survey...</title><content type='html'>YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: name: Patillo, Preston James&lt;br /&gt;:x: piercings: none&lt;br /&gt;:x: tattoos: none&lt;br /&gt;:x: height: 5 feet 9 inches&lt;br /&gt;:x: hair color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;:x: age: 16&lt;br /&gt;:x: birthday: 1988, June 2&lt;br /&gt;:x: status: single but looking&lt;br /&gt;:x: school: Mishawaka High School&lt;br /&gt;:x: eye color: dark brown, possibly black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: movie you rented: &lt;em&gt;Saw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: movie you bought: &lt;em&gt;Saw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: song you listened to: &lt;em&gt;Approaching the Battle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: song stuck in your head:&lt;em&gt;Ghost of You&lt;/em&gt; Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;:x: cd you bought: &lt;em&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: cd you listened to: See above&lt;br /&gt;:x: last person you called: Patti&lt;br /&gt;:x: person that's called you: My mom&lt;br /&gt;:x: person you've hugged: Cindy&lt;br /&gt;:x: person you've kissed: I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;:x: person you've fought with: A girl about me not being good enough at something at some time for some reason or another&lt;br /&gt;:x: person you complimented: Amber&lt;br /&gt;:x: tv show you've watched: &lt;em&gt;Revelations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: you wish you could live somewhere else:Of course I do. But i don't know where to go&lt;br /&gt;:x: you believe in online dating: no, it's too impersonal&lt;br /&gt;:x: others find you attractive: i hope so&lt;br /&gt;:x: you want more piercings: no, I'm happy with none&lt;br /&gt;:x: you write in cursive or print: print&lt;br /&gt;:x: you carry donor card: yes, i won't need them if I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;:x: believe in long distance relationships: yes, if the couple is strong enough&lt;br /&gt;:x: using someone: hmm...at a time I did but now it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;:x: believe in killing people: depends on the situation; I wouldn't have a problem and I wouldn't look back.&lt;br /&gt;:x: believe in teenage smoking: no,that's gross&lt;br /&gt;:x: believe in driving drunk: no, that's stupid but I guess if you're already drunk you're past the stupidity part&lt;br /&gt;:x: believe in gay/lesbian relationship: yes, I don't judge but keep it away from me&lt;br /&gt;:x: you watch soap operas: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: food: cheeseburgers or spagehtti&lt;br /&gt;:x: song: don't have one but if I had to pick right now it'd be &lt;em&gt;Ghost of You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: things to do: write&lt;br /&gt;:x: things to talk about: I'll talk about just about anything with anyone but politics, business, and movies are my favs&lt;br /&gt;:x: sports: I don't play any but if I had to pick one to watch it'd be football&lt;br /&gt;:x: drink: Grape Juice&lt;br /&gt;:x: movie: &lt;em&gt;A Beautiful Mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: X-men: Professor X; he's a beast&lt;br /&gt;:x: saying: It's all politics and policy until somebody gets shot in the head.&lt;br /&gt;:x: disney movie: &lt;em&gt;The Lion King &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: scent: Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;:x: nickname: PJ; meat head; Presty&lt;br /&gt;:x: guy name: Augustus&lt;br /&gt;:x: girl name: Ana&lt;br /&gt;:x: eye color: blue&lt;br /&gt;:x: flower: roses&lt;br /&gt;:x: class: every class has its ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:x: ever cried over a guy: No&lt;br /&gt;:x: ever lied to someone: I could say no but that would be a lie&lt;br /&gt;:x: ever been in a fist fight: yes&lt;br /&gt;:x: ever been arrested: no&lt;br /&gt;:x: ever eaten frog legs: thought about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:x: of times I have been in love: Twice&lt;br /&gt;:x: of times I have had my heart broken: Once&lt;br /&gt;:x: of hearts I have broken: I wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;:x: of things in my past that I regret: one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU ARE...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:x: pretty: I perfer the word "handsome"&lt;br /&gt;:x: funny: you know it&lt;br /&gt;:x: hot: I'm kind of warm right now, I'm thinking about changing or opening the windows&lt;br /&gt;:x: friendly: can be your best or worst friend; there is no in between&lt;br /&gt;:x: ugly: never&lt;br /&gt;:x: lovable: hope so but doesn't seem like it&lt;br /&gt;:x: pessimistic: rarely&lt;br /&gt;:x: optimistic: always&lt;br /&gt;:x: caring: too much&lt;br /&gt;:x: sweet: when I try&lt;br /&gt;:x: dorky: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;:x: stubborn: more than I should be&lt;br /&gt;:x: random: not as much as I should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:x: spell your first name back wards: notserp&lt;br /&gt;:x: the story behind your user name: my all time favorite star wars character is the Clonetrooper. The clone DNA was taken from a bounty hunter named Jango Fett after being recruited by Darth Tyranus (Count Dooku). The cloners choosen were on Kamino. Hence my sn.&lt;br /&gt;:x: are you straight: you better belive it&lt;br /&gt;:x: where do you live:  mishawaka&lt;br /&gt;:x: numbers in your cell phone: one&lt;br /&gt;:x: shampoo: any but they have to be the same scent&lt;br /&gt;:x: soap: any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:x: wallet: perfect square made of fake leather&lt;br /&gt;:x: hairbrush: don't use one&lt;br /&gt;:x: toothbrush: blue&lt;br /&gt;:x: jewelery worn daily: necklace with an emblem of a phoenix and an owl&lt;br /&gt;:x: coffee cup: black works&lt;br /&gt;:x: sunglasses: don't wear any&lt;br /&gt;:x: shoes: blue vans&lt;br /&gt;:x: CD(s) in stereo right now: six; though the cd player doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;:x: what you are wearing now: jeans and a casino tshirt&lt;br /&gt;:x: hair: brown; longer than I'd like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO or WHAT (was/is/are)...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:x: in my mouth: my tongue&lt;br /&gt;:x: in my head: the song I'm listening to&lt;br /&gt;:x: wishing: That i could get a break outta this place...&lt;br /&gt;:x: after this: next class&lt;br /&gt;:x: talking to: ericka about the test&lt;br /&gt;:x: if you could get away with it and murder anyone, who and for what reason: Everybody knows who is at the top of my hitlist, it should be obvious why once you know who it is.&lt;br /&gt;:x: person you wish you could see right now: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x: is next to you: ericka&lt;br /&gt;:x: something you're looking forward to in this upcoming month: STAR WARS&lt;br /&gt;:x: something (s) that you are deathly afraid of: Not being in control or not knowing the outcome&lt;br /&gt;:x: do you like candles: if they smell good&lt;br /&gt;:x: do you like incense: see above answer&lt;br /&gt;:x: do you believe in forgiveness: Always; karma baby&lt;br /&gt;:x: do you believe in God: scared shitless about what would happen if I didn't&lt;br /&gt;:x: who is your worst enemy: i don't have one&lt;br /&gt;:x: what is the latest/longest you've ever stayed up: 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;LOVE...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:x: do you believe in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;:x: do you believe in soul mates: you bet&lt;br /&gt;:x: do you believe in love at first sight: no&lt;br /&gt;:x: last crush: I can't say because that would be my current crush who's name is owaltcr (good like trying to decode that one)&lt;br /&gt;:x: best make-out music: depends on the mood&lt;br /&gt;:x: best way to propose/be proposed to: Out of town in front of a ton of people to declare your love for all to see&lt;br /&gt;:x: where do you want to go on your honey moon: Europe&lt;br /&gt;:x: dream spouse: I don't want to say&lt;br /&gt;:x: dream house: The White House&lt;br /&gt;:x: kids: 3; two boys and a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; That was fun. All wuestions that would imply that I am gay or that repeated have been ommited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111530224085282749?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111530224085282749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111530224085282749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111530224085282749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111530224085282749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/would-you-like-to-take-survey.html' title='Would You Like To Take A Survey...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111525319525059376</id><published>2005-05-04T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:51:44.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was good...</title><content type='html'>Today was a really good day and those don't come very often. I went to school as always. I was supposed to talk to Mrs. B about my test but she decided it would be cool not to show up. During this time I approved the rules for the Euchre Tourney Monday. German was pretty gay because we had to do book work but then I got a sticker so that made up for it. U.S. History was awesome because I already know everything that is going on. There is little to no learning. And to top it off Mr. Cannoot is a fan of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;. Who would have thought. But it is cool either way. Then Mrs. Flora was having a good day and I got a good grade on my test so that was cool. Then in Biology, Mr. Man had us dissect bull frogs. They are huge and wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I came home and took a nap. After that I played some video games. Then I went outside to practice my lightsaber skills. Ter-Ca Camis threatened me to a duel but I beat him but then somehting interesting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practice outside with a lightsaber in my hand and another laying in the ground. After I beat Ter-Ca Camis an unknown Jedi approached me and challenged me to a duel. I could not help myself. We fought faster and harder than I ever had fought. Well timed punches and kicks were thrown. He was powerful, no doubt. I used the Force and obtained the other lightsaber. Even with wielding two lightsabers he still managed to parry my every attack. He then kicked me in the face forcing me to drop the lightsaber in my left hand. Then the best thing ever happened. We fought faster and harder. I blocked his every attack. Then I unleashed a series of attacks that could have only been guided by the Force. I thrusted my saber towards the Jedi in my rage. Then I thrusted upwards, cutting off his hand and sending his ignited saber into the air. I caught the saber as the Jedi fell to his knees. Then I sliced his head off and his corpse fell to the ground. The Force is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still struggling with my crush. I do not know what to do or what direction to take. The ball is in her court now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111525319525059376?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111525319525059376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111525319525059376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111525319525059376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111525319525059376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-was-good.html' title='Today was good...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111517683936421493</id><published>2005-05-03T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:28:32.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name Is Federal Agent Jack Bauer...</title><content type='html'>Last night's episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; proved why Jack Bauer is my hero. He had a witness, crucial to the finding of one of the most devistating nuclear bomb in the arsenal of the United States, who had been shot. His girlfriend's ex-husband was in the operating room. The doctor refused to operate on the witness. Jack drew his gun and forced the surgeon to work on his witness. Through his girlfriend's pleas, Jack insisted that he was doing his job. Her ex-husband died. "He knows what needs to be done in order to successfully accomplish his objectives and will stop at nothing to do it."&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/normal_4x20-605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/normal_4x20-605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And These Are The Longest Days Of My Life.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My inspiration is Jack Bauer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bauer was born in one thousand nine hundred sixty-five in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Santa Monica&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state&gt;California&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in English literature from the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;California&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Los   Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also has a Master’s degree in Criminology and Law from the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;California&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Berkley&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is a former Los Angeles Police Department SWAT Team member and a former member of the United States Army’s elite Delta Force.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has earned a Purple Heart and a Silver Star for his services to his country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He currently works for the Defense Department under the Secretary of Defense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was fired from his last job at the Counter Terrorist Unit: &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; being the Director of Field Operations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During his time at the Counter Terrorist Unit he has successfully halted two presidential assassinations, two nuclear bombs, and a biological viral attack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is a widower, after his co-worker, Nina Myers, a mole in the agency, murdered his wife, Teri Bauer, while trying to capture after her cover was blown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Three years later Jack avenged the death of his wife by emptying a clip from his Sig Sauer P226 two tone into her chest. &lt;/span&gt;He also has a daughter, Kimberly Bauer, who lives in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Santa Monica&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state&gt;California&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with her boyfriend, Chase Edmunds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack has been described as an uncompromising patriot for his country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That patriotism is always questioned by his co-workers because of his unorthodox tactics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bauer has devoted his life to his job serving his country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He makes the ultimate sacrifices necessary to protect this country, such as the death of his wife and becoming addicted to heroine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knows what needs to be done in order to successfully accomplish his objectives and will stop at nothing to do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack Bauer shows immense courage and bravery in the line of duty and his service record to this country proves it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is why Jack Bauer is my inspiration. Jack Bauer: the man, the husband, the father, the hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Preston Out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111517683936421493?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111517683936421493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111517683936421493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111517683936421493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111517683936421493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-name-is-federal-agent-jack-bauer.html' title='My Name Is Federal Agent Jack Bauer...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111515361613727723</id><published>2005-05-03T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:56:16.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Drill Mania</title><content type='html'>Today was all right. I had this math test that was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. Then we had the three fire drills. I know where to go if we actually have an emergency. In Anatomy we didn't really do much. We traced out bodies. Amber traced mine and it was really big cause she messed up and I guess I don't have a neck. English was really really boring. That's all for now. I have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. One day I will be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111515361613727723?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111515361613727723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111515361613727723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111515361613727723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111515361613727723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/fire-drill-mania.html' title='Fire Drill Mania'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111508146283454224</id><published>2005-05-02T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T19:53:04.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/anakin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/anakin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I am not meant for this time period. Like at all. I am not supposed to be here. I should not have been born when I was. And I am starting to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111508146283454224?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111508146283454224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111508146283454224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111508146283454224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111508146283454224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-want-more.html' title='I Want More...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111500218128053824</id><published>2005-05-01T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:53:51.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Of You...</title><content type='html'>I will wait until the end&lt;br /&gt;When the pendralem will swing back&lt;br /&gt;to the darker side of our hearts bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I will save this empty space&lt;br /&gt;next to me like its a grave&lt;br /&gt;where I lay a place for us to sleep eternally together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been&lt;br /&gt;Searching for&lt;br /&gt;Traces of&lt;br /&gt;What we were&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have left of you to hold&lt;br /&gt;I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me&lt;br /&gt;and nothing of what we were at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am pacing around this house again&lt;br /&gt;With pictures of us living on these walls&lt;br /&gt;I see my breathe in the cold of the air that I breathe and I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering I'm wondering if its you that I fell if its you that I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haunting me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been&lt;br /&gt;Searching for&lt;br /&gt;Traces of&lt;br /&gt;What we were&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have left of you to hold&lt;br /&gt;I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me&lt;br /&gt;and nothing of what we were at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not looking for&lt;br /&gt;anything but us&lt;br /&gt;anything but what we were&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not asking for&lt;br /&gt;any memories&lt;br /&gt;I only want to know you're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have left of you to hold&lt;br /&gt;I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me&lt;br /&gt;and nothing of what we were at all&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have left of you to hold&lt;br /&gt;I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me&lt;br /&gt;and nothing left of what we were at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My love for you is secret&lt;br /&gt;I weep when we are apart&lt;br /&gt;If I open up my heart&lt;br /&gt;It would rip our friendship apart&lt;br /&gt;So I'll keep my love a secret&lt;br /&gt;A secret of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111500218128053824?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111500218128053824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111500218128053824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111500218128053824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111500218128053824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/ghost-of-you.html' title='Ghost Of You...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111495391059595563</id><published>2005-05-01T08:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T10:48:41.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/cruiser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/480/cruiser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am journeying to Ft. Wayne at the moment. I will be back later to night probably. Have fun while I am away. I will miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111495391059595563?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111495391059595563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111495391059595563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111495391059595563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111495391059595563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/05/trip.html' title='Trip...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111240845371317956</id><published>2005-04-30T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T10:46:58.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/0904asteroid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/0904asteroid1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..It Was Fun While It Lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week was kind of like the above picture and I feel like the asteroid and earth is the prom. I am sorry that I was a dick last week. I should have just let things be. I hope that you guys will forgive me for being a dick. I wish I could take what I did last week back but I can't. I'm just sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111240845371317956?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111240845371317956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111240845371317956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111240845371317956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111240845371317956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/earth.html' title='Earth...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111480653452740689</id><published>2005-04-29T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:36:35.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>State Of The Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Good afternoon:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;On &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="26" month="4"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2005" day="26" month="4"&gt;Tuesday, April 26, 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;, Allison Gill, Isabel Fraga, and Paige Fairchild agreed to hand over the task of finding an alternative location for prom photographs to Spencer Patterson, Andy O’Dell, and Preston Patillo. Later that night the word given to the boys by the girls present was reneged when Amber Taylor received word of the impending changes. Through extreme and, at times, aggressive negotiations were the boys only able to secure the right to choose the location with an amendment stating a deadline. Both parties agreed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Last night &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="28" month="4"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2005" day="28" month="4"&gt;Thursday, April 28, 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;, a second conference was held via an internet chat room between Allison, &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Preston&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Spencer, and Amber. At this conference the boys unveiled their plan for the new location for pictures. During this meeting the idea of taking pictures with others was brought up and the ever so popular catch phrase was introduced, “last minute change ups.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;From day one of this endeavor in which the boys have embarked on together they have been oppressed. Our ideas have not even been considered. The boys have accepted amendments to what has already been agreed upon and have accomplished the tasks accordingly, even with the extra burdens. The boys were not allowed to the timetable for prom at all and the boys did not. The boys have stayed within the parameters laid out before them by the girls, picked a suitable alternative location, and completed the task before the deadline. But there has been no recognition for the boys’ accomplishments. Only excuses and hypocrisy from the girls. The girls have suddenly needed to make “last minute change ups.” The girls are concerned about taking pictures with other people, which was not a condition that the boys had to meet in our venture to change the picture location.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Though this situation has been successfully neutralized the the tension still lingers and I feel that this still needs to be brought to your attention. I am upset that the situation ever had to have to reach this climax. Spencer and I are not the only cause of this "drama."Nor have we been unreasonable with any of you. I have only take the actions that I felt were necessary to be heard.Do not be so quick to point the finger. "He That Is Without Sin Among You, Let Him First Cast a Stone." I do not feel that I should be made out to be the “bad guy” when I did not act alone. I gave into your demands for something simple in return. I have done all that I can do for you. I do not know what else you would have me do.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The inability to successfully come to an acceptable compromise for each party, or even thinking about compromising, has proven to me and should prove to you how dysfunctional this group of “friends” really is. I have come to the brink, on more than one location, during negotiations, to not go to prom at all. The boys have not been heard. I do not feel that I am being unreasonable due to the circumstances that the boys have had to endure. The girls do not seem to care what I have to say and, therefore, I have no reason to care what they have to say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The inability to talk about the situation has embarrassed me as one of your “friends” to the highest extent. To the point that I do not even wish to call myself that anymore. The actions taken by some of you are that in which is unbecoming of a true “friend.” I would never have thought that I would be embarrassed by my own “friends” but I was wrong. You should each be ashamed of yourselves. The fact that partisan politics between us has torn us apart over this. Oh, and I evidentially do care or I would not put this much effort into neutralizing the situation.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Lastly, I would like to apologize to each and every one of you. I am sorry that the situation got out of control. Amber, I am sorry for the “drama.” Allison, I am sorry that you were so unreasonable, not wanting to hear a word that I had to say, that I yelled at you. Spencer, I am sorry that this all had to happen on your birthday. Paige, I am sorry for the whole mess and the stress that it has caused you. Isabel, I am sorry that you had to mediate the situation and I thank you accordingly. Andy, I am sorry you will not get involved in anything and therefore hurt your own gender. I am sorry that the situation had to be like this. Your feedback is appreciated. Thank you for your time&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 3.5in;"&gt;Sadly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Preston&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111480653452740689?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111480653452740689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111480653452740689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111480653452740689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111480653452740689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/state-of-prom.html' title='State Of The Prom'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111472958411453156</id><published>2005-04-28T18:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:49:19.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am The Senate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/palpatinempire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/palpatinempire1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Above is a pictures of Surpeme Chancellor Palpatine of the Galactic Republic, AKA Darth Sidious, Dark Lord of the Sith, announcing the end of the Republic and the beginning of the Empire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you feel that that could be done today. The checks and balances system is dwindling. We are seeing it everyday. I dunno how far off we may actually be from that. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I declare the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place face="georgia"&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Republic&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; abolished. We are now an Empire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, why am I meant to suffer? Why is it so wrong to want to be happy? To want to be loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111472958411453156?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111472958411453156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111472958411453156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111472958411453156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111472958411453156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-senate.html' title='I Am The Senate...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111473723765678840</id><published>2005-04-28T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:25:11.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DST Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/worldzones2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/480/worldzones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard time was fixed in 1883 to prevent the myriad of short time differences that would result if every locality determined the mean solar time by different meridians, depending on the longitude of the particular place. Lines at every 15° longitude were drawn down a map of Earth to create 24 international time zones differing from each preceding and following zone by one hour. Because of political boundaries, such lines often depart from the strict 15° rule and sometimes zigzag or demarcate ares that differ by half an hour only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continental United States has four meridians designated to determine standard times: 75° , 90° , 105° , and 120° west of Greenwich, England. Alaska Standard Time is determined by the meridian at 135° west of Greenwich and Hawaii-Aleutian Standard Time is set at the 150° meridian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada has a total of six time zones: the four that apply in the continental United States and an additional two in the east. Atlantic Standard Time is based on 60° west of Greenwich and is one hour ahead of Eastern Standard Timel Newfoundland Standard Time, based on 52° 30' west, is 30 minutes ahead of Atlantic Standard Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;The mean solar time determined by the meridian that runs through Greenwich, England (Greenwich Mean Time), is called Universal Time. It is used all over the world in navigation, both air and sea, and for scientific purposes, as in astronomy. From Greenwich, too, longitudes are measured around the world, Greenwich being 0° , called the prime meridian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A NOTE FROM ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically daylights savings time is made so that you get better use out of the amount of sunlight that you have. It would create more jobs due to the fact that there are more hours in the day that we could actually work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111473723765678840?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111473723765678840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111473723765678840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111473723765678840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111473723765678840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/dst-issues.html' title='DST Issues'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111465257043843740</id><published>2005-04-27T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:47:42.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Sense Something...</title><content type='html'>Today, being a half day, was tolerable. Not a whole lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/ok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense something...something that I have not felt in a very long time... I don't know what to make of it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, I'd appreciate some comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111465257043843740?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111465257043843740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111465257043843740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111465257043843740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111465257043843740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-sense-something.html' title='I Sense Something...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111456435091902548</id><published>2005-04-26T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T20:19:35.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over This War Is Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war is not even close to being over yet. I still kind of agree with yesterday's entry but I believe that the fat lady is far from singing. Today was interesting. I want Amber not to be annoyed with me anymore. I want Amber to be happy, also, even if that means being annoyed with me. She is a good friend. I worry about her. I do not want her to cry inside. I want her to tell me why I make her cry inside. I don't want to make her cry. Something else has started to happen. Actually a few things. I am so unsure on which path to go down... Until then I will have to continue looking off into the sunset wishing for better days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111456435091902548?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111456435091902548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111456435091902548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111456435091902548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111456435091902548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/over-this-war-is-not.html' title='Over This War Is Not'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111445684554092728</id><published>2005-04-25T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:06:49.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Destinies Lie Along A Different Path Than Mine...</title><content type='html'>Latey I guess that I have been thinking. We are not too far off from starting our final chapter together. I just think of all that we have been through... all the places that we are going. We do not have that much more time to spend together. We are all leaving each other soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/dvdimage1_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/dvdimage1_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking back on the actions in which I have taken over the last three years and the decisions in which I have made. Regret none of them do I. Only because that is how I know life was meant to be. I do look back on them and ask myself a few questions. I guess I am coming to the conclusion that I am not the person that I am supposed to be right now. I do not know what to do about it or where to start I just know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few months I have already forseen that I will have to make decisions that will determine the outcome of my life. Which path do I want to start on? Where do I want to go? I fear that I will have to bargain with Satan to achieve the goals in life in which I want to achieve. I already know of two deals that are currently on the table for my future. Now I just have to accept them. Difficult it will be, I know to accept one. I look at that one at least once a day every day. I examine each possible outcome. I know what I want and I know how to get it. It is just doing it and how many people I am going to affect/hurt by doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to have something that could never be real. Other parts of me just want the simplest things. I am so torn. Fighting in me everyday. Take the path of what is right, which is longer and harder, or the path of what is easy, which is shorter and simpler. And the love factor does not help the situation. Tearing me up inside. I wish that I could turn off all emotion, as I once did. Then there wouldn't be any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the phoenix has reached its climax and is burning into ashes onces more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore. I not becoming the person that I am supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111445684554092728?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111445684554092728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111445684554092728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111445684554092728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111445684554092728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/your-destinies-lie-along-different.html' title='Your Destinies Lie Along A Different Path Than Mine...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111438352807980189</id><published>2005-04-24T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T17:58:48.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party Of A Life Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/SWC3FullLogo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/SWC3FullLogo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was... Just wow. There were over 30,000 people there at the Celebration and you could tell. They actually sold out. There were people all over the place in costumes. Some not so flattering to their appearance (such as the two men dressed as females). There was so much to see and so much to do. The lines though oh the lines. I never thought I'd get out of lines. I saw some incredible footage of the new movie and some other things that I never knew of. I also got to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlefront II&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revenge of the Sith&lt;/span&gt; before everybody else. So that was pretty cool. I'm not going ot write it all down cause there's so much to say. I'm sure I'll tell you all in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111438352807980189?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111438352807980189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111438352807980189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111438352807980189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111438352807980189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/party-of-life-time_24.html' title='The Party Of A Life Time'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111422653009908465</id><published>2005-04-22T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:22:48.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I said something that I know that I should not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is secret&lt;br /&gt;I weep when we are apart&lt;br /&gt;If I open up my heart&lt;br /&gt;It would rip our friendship apart&lt;br /&gt;So I'll keep my love a secret&lt;br /&gt;A secret of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God let her understand if she finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston(tears)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111422653009908465?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111422653009908465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111422653009908465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111422653009908465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111422653009908465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/tonight.html' title='Tonight...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111420161381539865</id><published>2005-04-22T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:08:48.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear The Wrath Of God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/creation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/creation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Creator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a comment about yesterday's entry. Though I may have thought about it I could never actually go through with it. For one main reason. Many of you, for some reason, think that I do not believe in God. That could not be farther from the truth. I believe in God and fear him. I know that if I were to commit suicide that I could never be in His divine presence or be Enlightened. I know that I am not strong enough to endure the coldness from being away from God. Therefore I couldn't ever do it even if I wanted to. I just thought I should clear that up for any and all who were worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty good. Mr. Cannoot got made when I said "Japs" and "Krauts." I just like to live in that time in history. Then in Biology Spencer and I kicked some shark ass. So all and all I had a really good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last entry for the next two days due to the fact that I will be travelling to Indianapolis for Celebration III. I will be sure to update when I return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/SWC3FullLogo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/SWC3FullLogo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Party Of A Life Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out (for a while)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111420161381539865?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111420161381539865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111420161381539865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111420161381539865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111420161381539865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/fear-wrath-of-god.html' title='Fear The Wrath Of God...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111414250499016012</id><published>2005-04-21T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T23:09:04.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M*I*S*H Gives A D*A*M*N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/mish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/mish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide Is Painless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through early morning fog I see&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;visions of the things to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pains that are withheld for me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize and I can see...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;that suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to find a way to make&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;all our little joys relate&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;without that ever-present hate&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;but now I know that it's too late, and...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;that suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The game of life is hard to play&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna lose it anyway&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The losing card I'll someday lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this is all I have to say.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;that suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only way to win is cheat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lay it down before I'm beat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and to another give my seat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;for that's the only painless feat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;that suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sword of time will pierce our skins&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't hurt when it begins&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as it works its way on in&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;that suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;A brave man once requested me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;to answer questions that are key&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;is it to be or not to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I replied 'oh why ask me?'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause suicide is painless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;it brings on many changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and you can do the same thing if you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Preston out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111414250499016012?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111414250499016012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111414250499016012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111414250499016012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111414250499016012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/mish-gives-damn.html' title='M*I*S*H Gives A D*A*M*N'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111413335244948858</id><published>2005-04-21T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:36:28.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's In The Wind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/200-hsas-chart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/200-hsas-chart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Terror Lurks In The Shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That had to be about the dumbest idea that Mishawaka High School has ever had in their entire history. I mean it is ridiculous that we run outside when there is a terrorist threat. That's cool. Today was pretty boring. Not a whole lot got done. Pre-cal was really easy. Mrs. Flora threw me out of her seminar today. Evidentally, she does not like "Your mom" jokes. But whatever. Then in Anatomy Amber and I were assigned a project. We're going to sing a song about the trip of a red blood cell. That should be interesting... Anyway, in English we did not do a whole lot of anything. Lastly we had that stupid Terror Drill. That was gay. Then Spencer and I stayed after school to help Cheryl and Allison (who ditched us). I feel that both of us are ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I have for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111413335244948858?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111413335244948858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111413335244948858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111413335244948858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111413335244948858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-in-wind.html' title='It&apos;s In The Wind...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111403050999561366</id><published>2005-04-20T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:55:07.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats...</title><content type='html'>Today was actually pretty fun. So that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/cuba_deutsch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 339px; height: 255px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/cuba_deutsch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German was kind of all right. I can finally do the person I want to do, Jack Bauer. So that's cool. I really don't have anybody in my life that really inspires me but I guess Jack Bauer would have to be my hero. If I was being held hostage anywhere I would only need to call Jack Bauer and he'd get me out no problem. Above that is in German, if you can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/hitler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/hitler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in U.S. History, Spencer and I pounded on WWII. Mr. Cannoot starts to whip out questions about Hilter and Co. We were all over it. I think Mr. Cannoot was actually impressed. I'm unsure. I have gotten into many an argumet about Adolf Hitler being one of the greatest leaders of all time and that if he was never born nothing that is right now would be the same. Comment on either if you like. Speaking of impressive I think Mrs. Flora was impressed with Spencer and I today. We had some weird asain guy come in and we couldn't really understand him. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/shark3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/shark3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Biology. This is day 7 of the shark. They're starting to smell really bad. Paige and Wendy went to get gloves but Mr. Man made us press on anyway. I think Mr. Man was impressed with Spencer and my knowledge of the shark. So that's pretty cool. Got that test of Friday guys. I am staying after school tomorrow for an hour to help any and all who need it for the shark anatomy. I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preston Patillo&lt;br /&gt;Shark Anatomist Extraordinaire&lt;br /&gt;Guaranteeing your "A"&lt;br /&gt;"What is that again? The rectal gland, that's right. Looks like a small penis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/presidentialseal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/presidentialseal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have to congratulate Steven "Andy" O'Dell for winning the presidency of National Honors Society, Spencer Patterson for winning the vice-presidency of National Honors Society and Joshua Hall for winning treasurer of National Honors Society. Good job guys, you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;It should be interesting to see you guys play out your roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for now guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111403050999561366?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111403050999561366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111403050999561366' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111403050999561366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111403050999561366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/congrats.html' title='Congrats...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111391824164389741</id><published>2005-04-19T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:55:06.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More Quizzes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;yoda&lt;/b&gt;. You are Yoda. You're a very wise and practical green midget thingy. People underestimate you but that's okay, you can still kick their asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="88" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;darth vader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;leia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="54" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the emperor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=5328"&gt;Which Star Wars Charectar Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1113171854Heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Not the Dictator Type&lt;/b&gt;. You are mushy and nostalgic for that whole democracy thing! That or you just haven't got the cahonnehs to be brutal! Either way, stick to your day job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="69" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Not the Dictator Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="69" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="31" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;North Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=23515"&gt;What country should you be dictator of?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Writer&lt;/b&gt;. Yeah your're a writer sorry you wont make any money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="29" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;29%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=26416"&gt;What's your ideal career((dont worry just mad by a 16 yr ol dont base you life on this!))&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Strategist&lt;/b&gt;. You scored Strategist you are good at creating strategys and not that athlitick and should stick to the desk job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Strategist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="94" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;fodder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="13" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=24535"&gt;what milatery positon are you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, there was no html code for these three so I'll just say it. The bounty hunter I am most like is Jango Fett. The way I'd die if I was in Star Wars, lightsaber duel. And (the one I am most proud of) the charactoer of 24 I am most like Jack Bauer, after a rigorous test of over 50 questions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preston Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111391824164389741?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111391824164389741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111391824164389741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111391824164389741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111391824164389741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/even-more-quizzes.html' title='Even More Quizzes...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111388049924175435</id><published>2005-04-18T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:14:59.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Today was boring for the most part. I went to school, pretended to learn. The only fun I did have is when I smacked around Allison in Biology. Good times, Patti, good times. It's so frickin hot. It's not just hot though, it's humid. I hate it. Give me 74 degrees and rainy any day. Maine and Washington are calling my name. Anyway, for lack of anything better to do, I took this from Amber. Fill it out please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How have I affected you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the fondest memory you have of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How long do you think we will be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you hug me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Physically, what stands out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Emotionally, what stands out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you wish I was cooler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Am I loveable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you think my weakness is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think I'll get married? To you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What makes me sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think I could kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you think that someone would kill me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If i were an animal, what do u think i would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If i were a song, what would i be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do u think i will be happy in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If we ever grow apart, will u miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If we ever grow apart, would i be someone that u look back fondly on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have i ever taught you anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have i been there for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do u need me? [friend, aquaintance, etc]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. if u were to make a screen name for me, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your favorite sport to watch/play etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111388049924175435?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111388049924175435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111388049924175435' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111388049924175435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111388049924175435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111386055872372606</id><published>2005-04-18T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:42:38.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more quizes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Republican&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://imunimaginative.deviantart.com%27"&gt;&lt;'Imunimaginative's Deviantart Page'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Republican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Fascism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Socialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Anarchism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Democrat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Communism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Nazi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="17"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=" 6916=""&gt;What Political Party Do Your Beliefs Put You In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com%27"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1106407125Dumbledore.bmp'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Albus Dumbledore&lt;/b&gt;. Strong and powerful you admirably defend your world and your charges against those who would seek to harm them.  However sometimes you can fail to do what you must because you care too much to cause suffering.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Albus Dumbledore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='85' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;85%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='85' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;85%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Severus Snape&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sirius Black&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Remus Lupin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Draco Malfoy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' 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href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-quizes.html' title='more quizes...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111378767222321193</id><published>2005-04-17T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T21:19:48.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Death...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most of today was boring. Thought I must remember that it was so much better than being in school so I mustn't complain much. The day was topped off very interestingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e1tato37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e1tato37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside for a bit of fresh air and to check out my hot tub and there he was. Darth Ter-Ca Camis, Lord of the Sith, in the flesh. Before I could get a figure out waht has happening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the Sith Lord got off a death blow with his lightsaber, that I barely blocked. Our sabers continued to hit as we jumped and parried to avoid one anothers attacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leaping over one another in an incredible display of acrobatics, we fight harder than ever. Then I grabbed my second lightsaber and ignited it. The fighter grew faster than before on and on. Then Ter-Ca knocked the lightsaber out of my right hand. He was well trained and stronger than I was, probably faster too. I grew tired. Then it came. He jolted the hilt of his lightsaber into my abdomen. I did not even see it coming. As I went down I grabbed his throat, trying to choke him to death. He just smiled at my. Through the Force he grabbed my other lightsaber and stabbed me through the back. That was it. The battle was over. I had lost. Ter-Ca Camis hissed at the sky and then looked down at my corpse as he holstered his saber and walked away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111378767222321193?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111378767222321193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111378767222321193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111378767222321193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111378767222321193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/unexpected-death.html' title='Unexpected Death...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111379292409212487</id><published>2005-04-17T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:14:13.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking From Amber's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1104014769loner.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Loner&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Loner&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ghetto gangsta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='69' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Prep/Jock/Cheerleader&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Punk/Rebel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Geek&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Goth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Drama nerd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Stoner&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=987'&gt;What's Your High School Stereotype?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like the choices for celebrities so I didn't do it. And then I just chose others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1110081666Islam_green-white.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Islam&lt;/b&gt;. Your beliefs are most similar to those of Islam. Do more research on Islam and possibly consider taking the shahadah and officially becoming a Muslim, if you aren't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the actions of some - who go against the teachings of Islam - Islam is a religion of peace; the word "islam" means "peace through submission to God." "Muslim" means "one who submits to God." Islam is the third of the three Abrahamic faiths, and it shares much with Judaism in Christianity; its differences are the acceptance of Muhammad as the last and final prophet, and the oneness of God - in other words, that Jesus, though he was a revered prophet, was not in fact God, and only one God exists. Apparently the Taliban could not read (though their name means "students"), because the Qur'an states that men and women are equal as believers, and that all believers should be educated and seek knowledge. Modesty in dress and behavior is required in Islam for both men and women to preserve the values of society and move the emphasis from superificial appearance to intelligence, knowledge, and God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Islam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='79' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;79%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;agnosticism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Buddhism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='54' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Judaism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Paganism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='46' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;46%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Christianity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Satanism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;atheism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hinduism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='17' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;17%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10907'&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1109469395paintballgun.gif'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Gunshot&lt;/b&gt;. Your death will be by gunshot, probably because you are some important person or whatever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Gunshot&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Disappear&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='73' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;73%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Posion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Natural Causes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cut Throat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Suicide&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='53' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;53%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Eaten&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='47' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;47%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Bomb&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='47' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;47%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Stabbed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Disease&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Accident&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='27' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;27%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Drowning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='27' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;27%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Suffocated&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=8960'&gt;How Will You Die??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111379292409212487?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111379292409212487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111379292409212487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111379292409212487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111379292409212487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/taking-from-ambers.html' title='Taking From Amber&apos;s...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111376246941852411</id><published>2005-04-17T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T13:27:49.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change...</title><content type='html'>I am currently working on a new journal. While it is under construction, I have made this promo page. Have fun with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.geocities.com/kaminocloners/Promo.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111376246941852411?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111376246941852411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111376246941852411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111376246941852411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111376246941852411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/change.html' title='A Change...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111370953800081995</id><published>2005-04-16T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T11:27:02.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Ask Of You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/1862056919.02.LZZZZZZZ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/1862056919.02.LZZZZZZZ1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pha&lt;/span&gt;ntom Of The Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;RAOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No more talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;of darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Forget these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wide-eyed fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nothing can harm you -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my words will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;warm and calm you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;your freedom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;let daylight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dry -your tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with you, beside you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to guard you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and to guide you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Say you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;waking moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;turn my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with talk of summertime . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Say you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now and always . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;promise me that all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you say is true -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that's all I ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;of you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;RAOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;your shelter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;be your light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're safe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No-one will find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;your fears are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;far behind you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is freedom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a world with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no more night . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;always beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and to hide me . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;RAOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then say you'll share with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;love, one lifetime . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Iet me lead you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;from your solitude . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Say you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here, beside you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;anywhere you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;let me go too -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Christine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that's all I ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;of you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Say you'll share with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;love, one lifetime . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;say the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and I will follow you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Share each day with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me, each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;night, each morning . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Say you love me . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;RAOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You know I do . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love me -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that's all I ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;of you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anywhere you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;let me go too . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love me -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that's all I ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;of you . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a lot right now. I am very confused. Maybe that sums up how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111370953800081995?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111370953800081995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111370953800081995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111370953800081995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111370953800081995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-i-ask-of-you.html' title='All I Ask Of You...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111370610251025172</id><published>2005-04-16T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:09:45.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day...</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up at a beautiful nine o'clock. I had to be at work at 9:30 so that was exciting. I was there until about oneish. Then Allison and I went to Mancino's and ate. After that we went to the tennis courts to watch Spencer, Andy, and Isabel play. We left soon after that and went back to Allison's house. We sat outside her house and talked a bit. This big dog came and scared the shit out of Allison's dog. That was kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/sideways-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/sideways-poster01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search of wine. In search of women. In search of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went inside and watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sideways&lt;/span&gt;. I thought that it was a good movie but Allison did not. She claims that I didn't like it either because I fell asleep but actually I have already seen it so that's all right. Soon after that I came home and talked to my mom and stuff. Then I started to watch another movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Only Way Out Is Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched a remake of the 1965 version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flight of the Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;. It was all right. I think I like it better than the one that we saw in seventh grade. But there were some things that upset me about it. Other than that I have not done a whole lot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following I took from Spencer's journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ FAV0RITES ------------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shamp0o: I don't care but they have to match.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fav C0lor(s): black, blue, and red&lt;br /&gt;[x] Day/Night: night&lt;br /&gt;[x] Summer/Winter: spring (thought I really don't have that as a choice)&lt;br /&gt;---------------- RIGHT N0W ------------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Right N0w Wearing: shorts and a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;[x] Drinking: OJ&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thinking Ab0ut: People, the future, Amber&lt;br /&gt;[x] Listening T0: Angel of Music from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt; soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;---------------- IN THE LAST 24 HRS ----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] W0rn Jeans: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[x] D0ne Laundry: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dr0ve a Car: ridden in one&lt;br /&gt;----------------- D0 YOU BELIEVE IN ----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Y0urself: at times&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your Friends: always&lt;br /&gt;[x] Santa Claus: nope&lt;br /&gt;[x] T0oth Fairy: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] Destiny/Fate: yes, if anybody wants to get into this more with me, I'd be more than happy to.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Angels: yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gh0sts: yea, I'd have to&lt;br /&gt;[x] UF0's: Is this really something to believe in?&lt;br /&gt;[x] G0d: I have to&lt;br /&gt;---------------- FRIENDS AND LIFE ----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] D0 you ever wish you had an0ther name?: Yes: Preston&lt;br /&gt;[x] D0 you have a girlfriend/b0yfriend?: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] D0 you like any0ne?: of course&lt;br /&gt;[x] Which 0ne of y0ur friends acts the most like y0u?: spencer...Mr. Man quote "It's a 2 for 1!" (thanks for the answer Spencer)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Are y0u close to any family member?: no, they're nuts but I guess it'd have to be my dad if I had to choose&lt;br /&gt;[x] What's the best feeling in the w0rld?: success&lt;br /&gt;[x] W0rst feeling?: not having control; being alone&lt;br /&gt;[x] What time is it n0w?: 10:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------- ALL AB0UT YOU ----------------&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't this have been the first section?  Out of order!&lt;br /&gt;[x] Name: Patillo, Preston James&lt;br /&gt;[x] Birth Date: June 2, 1988&lt;br /&gt;[x] Current L0cation: Mishawaka, IN&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eye C0lor: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hair C0lor: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;[x] Righty or Lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;[x] Zodiac Sign: gemini&lt;br /&gt;---------------- 0N THE INSIDE ----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Y0ur Heritage: either irish or italian, my father is looking into that&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sh0es you w0re today?: my vans and sandals&lt;br /&gt;[x] Y0ur Weakness: I don't hold a grudge&lt;br /&gt;[x] Y0ur Fears: not being in control; being alone&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your Perfect Pizza: everything except anchovies and pineapple&lt;br /&gt;[x] G0al You'd Like to Achieve: Become the Preisdent of the United States&lt;br /&gt;---------------- YESTERDAY, T0DAY, TOM0RROW ----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your Most 0verused Phrase: but whatever&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your Thoughts First Waking Up: Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your Best Physical Feature: yeah good one.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your Bedtime: anytime; usually between 11 and 12&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your M0st Missed Memory:  Freshman year&lt;br /&gt;[x]Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: pass&lt;br /&gt;---------------- Y0UR PICK----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pepsi or C0ke: neither I can't have pops&lt;br /&gt;[x] McD0nald's or Burger King: McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;[x] Single or Gr0up Dates: single&lt;br /&gt;[x] Adidas or Nike: neither I like vans&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton all the way&lt;br /&gt;[x] Chocolate or Vanilla: twist&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cappuccin0 or C0ffee: frappucino&lt;br /&gt;---------------- D0 YOU? ----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sm0ke?: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cuss: yea, should probably stop&lt;br /&gt;[x] Single: yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Take a Sh0wer: yea&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have a Crush: of course&lt;br /&gt;[x] Think Y0u've Been in Love: yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;[x] Like(d) High Sch0ol: yea but this year is in the pooper&lt;br /&gt;[x] Want to get Married: yea&lt;br /&gt;[x] Get M0tion Sickness: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] Think Y0u're a Health Freak: i don't like other people's germs that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;[x] Get Along With Your Parents: 50/50&lt;br /&gt;[x] Play an Instrument: clarinet and piano&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sing: yea, when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;[x]Like Thunderstorms: they're fun to listen to&lt;br /&gt;---------------- IN THE PAST M0NTH ----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Drank Alc0hol: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] G0ne on a Date: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] G0ne to the Mall: yes I love the mall, when I have money to buy something&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been on Stage: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten an Entire B0x of Oreos: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten Sushi: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been Dumped: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] G0ne Skating: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] G0ne Skinny Dipping: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dyed Y0ur Hair: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] St0len Anything: no&lt;br /&gt;---------------- EVER? ----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Played a Game that Required Rem0val of Clothing: gunna have to say no&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been Trashed or Extremely Int0xicated: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been Caught "D0ing S0mething": not that I can remember&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been Called a Tease: actually, yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] G0tten Beaten Up: no&lt;br /&gt;[x] Changed Wh0 You Were To Fit In: we all wear masks at times&lt;br /&gt;---------------- GETTING 0LDER----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Age Y0u Hope t0 be Married: yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] H0w do Y0u Want to Die?: I want to be shot&lt;br /&gt;[x] What do Y0u Want to be when Y0u Grow Up?: Lawyer/President/Writer/Director/Nobel Prize Winner...&lt;br /&gt;[x] What C0untry(ies) would Y0u Most Like to Visit?: I want to go back home to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;------------ IN A GIRL? ----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Best eye c0lor?: blue or brown&lt;br /&gt;[x] Best hair c0lor?: blonde or brunette&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sh0rt or L0ng Hair: long&lt;br /&gt;[x] Height: mine&lt;br /&gt;[x] Articles 0f Clothing: I'd have to see about that one...&lt;br /&gt;---------------- IN THE NUMBERS ----------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number 0f people I c0uld trust with my life?: very few, maybe 5&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number 0f CD's I own?: 30+&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number 0f piercing?: 0&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number 0f tatto0s?: 0&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number 0f times my name has appeared in the Newspaper?: about 6-10 times&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number 0f scars on my b0dy?: 1&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number 0f things in my past that I regret?: 1&lt;br /&gt;[x] Number of Drugs you have taken: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say but I am unsure of how to say it. I will say that what I have on my mind has a lot to do with Amber. I just don't know how to say it or what to say I guess. Maybe more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111370610251025172?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111370610251025172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111370610251025172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111370610251025172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111370610251025172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-day.html' title='What A Day...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111365986911676641</id><published>2005-04-16T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T09:05:16.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Comedy Straight From The Heart</title><content type='html'>Last night was pretty fun. It started with going with Izzy to see her dress. It looks very nice and I am almost positive that it'll go with my tie. Then we went to Bonnie Doon's and ate. After that we went to Kohl's where Izzy shopped in which seemed like forever. Allison met us out there and we visited Old Navy, Shoe Carnival, and Dick's (odd ball there). After that we drove around for a bit but then decided to go back to my house to pick up a movie. We brought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;3&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sideways&lt;/span&gt; but when we got there we didn't watch either of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/RETURN_TO_ME_VHS_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/RETURN_TO_ME_VHS_hires.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We actually ended up watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Return to Me&lt;/span&gt;. This is a movie that I have had to have seen at least three times now with Allison. But it was all right another time around. It is good that I forget what happens so its like a new movie every time. We had a giant pillow fight and then went home. Then I talked to Allison and Spencer before going to bed at a nice 12:30 AM. And now I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say something to all that read my journal. Please do not read anything and take it personally or assume anything. If you have a question about anything on my journal I would be more than happy to discuss it with you via the comment section here or in a private IM. There has just been too many incidents recently where people read my journal in the wrong context because they assume and take it personally. I am sorry for all who commit this act. Again, just talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111365986911676641?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111365986911676641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111365986911676641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111365986911676641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111365986911676641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/comedy-straight-from-heart.html' title='A Comedy Straight From The Heart'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111359983476804131</id><published>2005-04-15T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T00:04:55.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/faqmaul1_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/faqmaul1_med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initiating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Access Granted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Operation P 5....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase I is 85% complete....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At last we will reveal ourselves....at last we will have revenge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111359983476804131?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111359983476804131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111359983476804131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111359983476804131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111359983476804131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/revenge_15.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111353254849018517</id><published>2005-04-14T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:35:48.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhh...</title><content type='html'>After my post yesterday I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am considering changing the name of my journal. I am open to suggestions guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111353254849018517?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111353254849018517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111353254849018517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111353254849018517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111353254849018517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/uhhh.html' title='uhhh...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111343319520808595</id><published>2005-04-13T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T17:59:55.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for you is secret ...</title><content type='html'>My love for you is secret&lt;br /&gt;I weep when we are apart&lt;br /&gt;If I open up my heart&lt;br /&gt;It would rip our friendship apart&lt;br /&gt;So I'll keep my love a secret &lt;br /&gt;A secret of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston(sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111343319520808595?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111343319520808595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111343319520808595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111343319520808595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111343319520808595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-love-for-you-is-secret.html' title='My love for you is secret ...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111336149226118482</id><published>2005-04-12T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:04:52.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>I made a quiz instead of an entry for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=050412230320-67385&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111336149226118482?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111336149226118482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111336149226118482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111336149226118482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111336149226118482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111332352739865896</id><published>2005-04-12T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:19:36.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Interesting...</title><content type='html'>The word of today is: &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;. Love is a very interesting word. It can be both a noun and a verb.&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of love is strong affection for another arising out of kinship and affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests . Now let us examine this. Based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests meaning that those who wish to work together, look up to one another, or are friendly towards each other love each other. Through our relationships with other people, mainly our friendships, and even, though rare, our enemies, we admire them as brothers and sister and form a bond so tight that we begin to love them. We begin to develop deep emotional attachement to them. We should love everybody. Loving makes the days go by so much better. Love makes us whole. Love makes us more powerful than hate ever could. We should all love. I love you, brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my entry yesterday was not directed at anybody specifically, it seems as if a certain person felt that it was. I will not say that I am sorry for it because I am not. I clearly stated that it was just a coincidence if that was the case. But again, somebody felt that it was about them. I take no responsiblity if this one person, who is without name, due to his/her &lt;em&gt;fear&lt;/em&gt;. As we addressed yesterday, fear is part of the definition of hate. I could retaliate by writing something nasty, but I will not. I refuse to. I will be the bigger person and hold out the olive branch to who ever the one (though we all know who he/she is) to build a possible friendship and ultimately prosper. Let it be known that I have no harsh feelings for this person, whoever he/she is. My heart is filled with love. I am forgiving that person for their words of hatred and forgetting about it. I only welcome them with open arms. I feel that we could each accomplish all in which we are trying so hard to achieve if we work together, in our &lt;em&gt;common interests&lt;/em&gt;. Whether or not he/she chooses to accept is merely up to them and they will not be judged either way. Though you hate me, I will still call you brother and I will love you. So please, take my hand, brother, and come with me to promised land in which we each wish so hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not forget to spread the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for the time being, brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Preston takes no responsiblity for anything resembling an actual person in the word of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111332352739865896?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111332352739865896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111332352739865896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111332352739865896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111332352739865896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/very-interesting.html' title='Very Interesting...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111327092217256801</id><published>2005-04-11T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:14:07.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To The Old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/3a42003r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/3a42003r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slave Ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day back at the slave ship. It was terrible. I hate it there I really do. After school, I had to go to a meeting and then I went with Number 4 to Wal-Mart and out to eat. That was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is necessary to pull out the word of the day. The word of the day is: hate. Hate is an interesting word. It can be used as both a noun and a verb. Its meaning is intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sense of injury&lt;/span&gt;. Now this is interesting. Hate derives from those three things. Hmmm.... there are some that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; me. For those people perhaps they sense that I have injured them in some way or perhaps it is because they are angry at me. Perhaps it is all of them. But most likely, it is fear in which makes them hate me. Fear that I am stronger than them. Fear that I am smarter than them. Fear that I am faster than them. Fear that I am better than them in every way, shape, or form. Now fear, which leads to anger, which leads to hate, which we have discussed and that leads to something else: suffering. Suffering on all parties involved with the one filled with hatred. Suffering in anger of never being able to actually touch the one in which they hate. It is a terrible fate to suffer. Really, it is. Now, being the nice person that I am am going to sincerly appologize to all that hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear All Who Hate Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that you are afraid that I can kick your ass. I am sorry that you are angry that you're a bastard. I am sorry that you hate that I'm better than you. And I am most definitely sorry that you are suffering because your bitch of a mother decided to conceive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ends our word for the day. Now remember, don't hate; love, forgive, and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Preston takes no responsiblity for anything resembling an actual person in the word of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111327092217256801?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111327092217256801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111327092217256801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111327092217256801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111327092217256801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-to-old.html' title='Back To The Old...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111307071142259183</id><published>2005-04-10T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:21:44.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Week Ever</title><content type='html'>I would have to say that this week is truly the greatest week ever. I got little to nothing accomplished and I like it. I stayed up late every night and I slept in every morning. It truly could not have gotten any better. Here is the run down for the week after I left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Spencer and I arrive in Ft. Wayne after Allison and Graham take a two hour detour to Elkhart (gay). Anyway, not more than ten or fifteen minutes after we got there we busted out the video games. First we played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars Battlefront&lt;/span&gt;. And awesome game. We beat that by the end of the night, both the Clone War and Galactic Civil War campaigns. We worked very well together no matter what the setting or race. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Our first whole day in Ft. Wayne. I'm ashamed to say it but I have to. You cannot play Xbox without playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halo: Combat Evolved&lt;/span&gt;. And we did. We did it so good too. We sucessfully beat at least 3/4 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halo&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday. Towards the end of the day, we busted out some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NCAA Football 2005&lt;/span&gt;, in which Spencer beat me by mercy rule in the third quarter 42-21; Notre Dame vs. Miami, respectfully. But that's ok cause it was still a pretty cool game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/EDGE_Cover_Oct02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/EDGE_Cover_Oct02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Will Never Be The Same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Paige's Birthday, we both wished her a very happy birthday. We finished what we started in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halo&lt;/span&gt;. What? What? That's right then we busted out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halo 2&lt;/span&gt;. We beat probably about half of the game before we decided to get out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medal of Honor: Rising Sun&lt;/span&gt;. We really only beat a few levels of that game before we decided to go to the mall. At the mall we looked at video games, of course. I ended up purchasing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars Republic Commando&lt;/span&gt;, the coolest Star Wars game ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/1600x1200_deltaSquad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/1600x1200_deltaSquad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weapon is your team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the game you are "Boss" the leader of the four man team known only as Delta squad. Each of your squad memebers has specialties, such as Sev, who is an expert killer and a little bit crazy, or Scorch who is a demolitions expert, and lastly, Fixer, who can get through anything electronic. We are the elite weapon in the Republic's fight against the Seperatist army led by the vicious, General Grievous. It is a really good game and it is a must have. We finished the night up with "Family Movie Night." This basically is where everybody is quiet for a few hours, no matter what, while my Dad watches a movie, you can choose whether or not to participate but you have to be quiet. We watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elektra&lt;/span&gt;. It thought it was a pretty good movie for what it was worth. I kept wanting to watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; but people kept giving me the thumbs down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/desktop01_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/desktop01_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much blood would you shed to stay alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: We wake up and finish up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halo 2&lt;/span&gt;. It was a good game, cliff hanger ending though. We'll just have to wait until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halo 3&lt;/span&gt;. We then both played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Republic Commando&lt;/span&gt; and fought each other in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halo, Halo 2, and Republic Commando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Spencer lost most if not all of the time but I must say that he did a really good job for not ever playing and/or owning the system. So that's really cool.  Later, I rode on David's (my brother) retard bike (moped). It was kind of cool. He freaked out though about it. It was pretty funny. That night we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw&lt;/span&gt;, AKA the greatest scary movie ever. I never expected that ending. It's really good for everybody who has not seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: It was very laid back. We played a few video games, but not a lot, we really didn't even watch TV. We left to go back home at about 2:00 PM so waking up at 11:30 AM didn't leave us much time to get much accomplished. On the way home we talked about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halo&lt;/span&gt; and Xbox. And to top it off, we finally got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Spencer left, Number 4 came over for a few hours. She ate and told us about her trip to Florida. It was cool. I am glad that she had fun there. We talked about some stuff and I showed her my costume. She makes my family insane but its all jake so she shouldn't worry about it. And now I am finishing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was awesome. That is just all there is to it. Why can't all weeks be like that? Who knows but it's pretty gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111307071142259183?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111307071142259183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111307071142259183' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111307071142259183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111307071142259183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/greatest-week-ever.html' title='The Greatest Week Ever'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111238720009422908</id><published>2005-04-06T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T13:10:34.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Place In The Epic Battles...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was pretty cool I guess. I watched &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Shield&lt;/span&gt;. It was a really good episode, not as good ast &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; but pretty good. I played some video games and that was about the end of my night. O, I talked to Amber on the phone until pretty late. That's cool cause she's a great person to talk to. I got up at 9:43 this morning to get boots for my costume. After I get home, I have to finish packing for my trip with Spencer. That'll be fun (sarcasm about packing). This will probably be my last entry for the week, just to let you all know. I will probably have a monster entry come Sunday though, so beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that I keep having this same dream over and over again. It's a good dream, but it is difficult to understand what it means. I am a Jedi in the Clone Wars. We are all there, doing different things, Spencer, Allison, Amber, Paige, everybody. Some Jedi, some Senators, some other things, but we are all there. I cannot really place who I am supposed to be but just when the dream starts to become good I wake up. It is interesting... Meditate on this I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/yaviscant2xg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/yaviscant2xg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching the Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you guys that I did something on my computer yesterday. Well, as you all know, I love &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;. And as you all also know, I am writing a story about us in the 20s. So if you put the two together you get a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; style crawl about that story. I thought it was pretty good stuff. You guys have to imagine the music and the stars behind it. Here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;There is unrest between two rival gangs in two distant cities. Several hundred smaller gangs have declared their intentions to leave the dominating gang in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:state style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt; for the smaller but growing gang in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The movement, under the leadership of the mysterious Don Albina, once a member of the &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; gang, has made it difficult for the limited number of Capos and their crew to maintain peace and order in the streets of &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Capo Amadora is returning to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;st1:state style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt; to meet with Don Phebe. The Don is expected to make a decision on the critical issue of the gang war and how best to assist the already overwhelmed Capos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tell me what you guys think about it. Good or bad, I wanna know. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/800x600_battlefront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/800x600_battlefront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For The Very First Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I played yet another video game. It is called &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Star Wars Battlefront&lt;/span&gt;. It's a pretty good game. You get to go by any means to fight in the epic battles that take place in the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Star Wars Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, for me, my teammates thing that is cool to blow me up. Which its not very cool at all. But whatever. Actually, last night they decided not to blow me up. I was awarded &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Survivalist&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Public Enemy&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dead Eye&lt;/span&gt;. It's a good game but way too easy to win. I'll recommend it to any &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; fan though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day and the rest of the week people. And where's that gravy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111238720009422908?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111238720009422908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111238720009422908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111238720009422908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111238720009422908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/take-place-in-epic-battles.html' title='Take Place In The Epic Battles...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111275199717337224</id><published>2005-04-05T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:49:05.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Note</title><content type='html'>I have a side note for tonight because I am a little more than pissed off. I hate it that I cannot drive. And some may make jest at that fact, and I may pretend to laugh but that probably pisses me off more than anything on the face of the planet. I am the only person on the face of the planet, over 16, who cannot drive. It's not my mother fucking god damn fault that I cannot drive! It's all my fucking mother's fault because she's stupid. I hate her for it. I cannot stand her for it. And none of you know how many times I have been on the verge of leaving this god forsaken city, all of its shit, and her behind over this issue. And everytime, I look at each and everyone of you, and I don't. I never do. And she knows that. As long as I love you guys I could never leave. But I don't find it funny. Not even a little bit. It's frustrating that she's holding me back because she likes to be a bitch. I swear to God some day she will regret doing shit like this to me, I don't care if she thinks she's doing it because this is how she can be a good mother. Fuck that shit. I don't give a fuck. I really don't. And any of you who are reading this that are even thinking that they are going to challenge me about it I'll say it right now "FUCK OFF!" I'm tired of this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, I'm glad that I got that out. And for all of you who do think it's funny. You can fuck off too, cock suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Do not get the impression that I do not love my mother. Because that is truly not the case, and some of you know how badly I am scarred due to an unfortunate event with her. Though I do not like most of her decisions, I love her with all of my heart, and would gladly die for her. -PJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111275199717337224?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111275199717337224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111275199717337224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111275199717337224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111275199717337224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/side-note.html' title='Side Note'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111238720872454588</id><published>2005-04-05T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:16:13.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Your Path...</title><content type='html'>Last night was pretty cool. I went to Andy's with Spencer, Kevin, David, April, and Josh. It was pretty cool. Just to let all of you guys know, I passed my test. We played video games and watched the final game of the NCAA tournament. UNC won so that was pretty cool. Then we went over to Kevin's house. We played a little poker, a little video games, then we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After The Sunset&lt;/span&gt;. It was a pretty good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/ATSwall_group_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/ATSwall_group_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Will Walk Away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked for a little bit. I think we got to sleep somewhere around fiveish. Then Spencer had to wake up at 8:15 so I decided that it would be a good time for me to leave, also. So we pakced our stuff and left. I went back home and took a shower and stuff. Then Bailey, Cameron, and I went to get our pictures taken. That was a seemingly painless experience. After that, we were drug around the city for Cameron's "field trip." We ended up going to the Res. That was kid of cool. I came back home and took another shower because I was dirty. I made some stuff on my computer that I will post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interesting dream last night. It's a repeated one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we came home for a bit. My costume is 93% complete, which is good. Tomorrow it will be 98% complete. My mom and I went looking for boots today. We did not have a lot of luck so that sucked. Then I came home and washed every piece of clothing I own and folded it. During that I watched the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack Bauer Power Hour&lt;/span&gt; also known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;. It was really, really, really , really, really good. I really don't know what is going to happen next. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shield&lt;/span&gt; is on tonight so that'll be good. I have to wake up early tomorrow morning because Spencer and I are leaving at noon. But that's cool cause we'll get to play lots of video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/box_desktop_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/box_desktop_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Of The Dark Or Of The Light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Star Wars game is about to get busted into a million pieces and thrown out the window. It is an RPG that has "real time turn based combat." That sounds like an oxymoron to me but whatever. That, actually, is the most frustrating part of the whole game. You start off as any of three different types of people with an infinite about of different attributes. The game takes place thousands of years before the movies even star. As soon as you are in game play your ship is under attack by the Sith. Your job is to try to get Bastilla, a hero Jedi of the Republic, off the ship, while trying to save your own behind. After that shit just falls apart. I would recommend it if you really have nothing to do and need a video game that'll take up hours upon hours of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for me today, folks, have a good day. Where's the gravy (comments)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111238720872454588?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111238720872454588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111238720872454588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111238720872454588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111238720872454588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/choose-your-path.html' title='Choose Your Path...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111247642416337824</id><published>2005-04-04T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:20:56.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything That Has A Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/gladiator_050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/gladiator_050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was awesome. Amber, Spencer, and I went to TGI Friday's and eventually David came too. We talked and stuff. Then we went back to Amber's and watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gladiator&lt;/span&gt;. Always a good choice. Spencer played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Galactican&lt;/span&gt; with Kevin. I think they did all right. Then we all went and played pool. Spencer and I won due to David knocking in the 8 ball. So that was a plus. Then we got kicked out of Ambers. All in all it was pretty good stuff. Thanks guys for a good time. I woke up this morning at about 10. That's not bad since I went to be at about 1. So 9 hours is all right. I will probably end up taking a nap some time so it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Jungle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Jungle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is my favorite season. It really is. I love to just sit and listen to the rain and thunderstorms. I even love the smell of spring, especially after it has just rained. But unfortunately the smell of spring, to me, leaves me with not such good feelings. It reminds me of a time other than now when I made a mistake. A mistake that if I were to go back in time I would probably fix. I was young then, much younger than I am now, stupid even. If only I knew what the outcome of that mistake was...I guess I do not like the smell of spring. That is too bad, because spring is my favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/revolutionsdesktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/revolutionsdesktop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Has An End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it is time to come to the main point of my entry today. I believe that I can easily predict that some relationships, in the next few months will rise and others will fall. Everything that has a beginning has an end. I do not believe that I should say which I believe will end and rise for fear of jinxing anybody but I am almost certain that it will happen. And if it does not happen than I am happy that I am wrong, for it will make each of our lives a lot easier. Which that is never a bad thing. Some of us will be forced to make some choices that will have good and bad outcomes for different people. Things are going to get mixed up. We should not fear change for it always leads to something new. We must be careful because fearing loss is a most selfish act. Do not mourn themt. Do not miss them. Be happy that they are happy. Attachment leads to jealousy. That is the shadow of greed. Just hang tight guys, this'll be an interesting ride. The tide of the storm is changing. This will be the end ... and the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the beginning...hmm...it seems as if I am meant to be torn in life. I like her but she would never like me in return. I hate it. I cannot stand it. The fact of just not knowing. What to do...What to do....hmm...meditate on this I will. Perhaps in the coming time, when the situation of many begins to change my fate will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/EIIIGerman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/EIIIGerman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the name of the new Star Wars movie auf Deutsch. I thought it was pretty cool so I put it in. On a lighter note, I got this from Amber's journal. Please fill it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you could give me anything what would it be?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have a good day guys. Where's the comments people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111247642416337824?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111247642416337824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111247642416337824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111247642416337824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111247642416337824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/everything-that-has-beginning.html' title='Everything That Has A Beginning...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111238732177750973</id><published>2005-04-03T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:05:19.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will You Be?</title><content type='html'>First, correction from yesterday's entry. I believe that Amber's grandfather is undergoing surgery on Tuesday. So again, be sure kept in our thoughts he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And onto today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finished with a lot of video gaming and sleep. It was a good combination. I spoke with Amber for a little bit on the phone before going to sleep for the night. I woke up this morning at seven and went grocery shopping with my mom. Then I came home and took a nap. My outer robe is 100% complete. I agree with Spencer, the Star Wars Celebration III will probably be a lot geekier than Scienve Olympiad but that's ok. I'm only doing it once in my enitre life. So I'm really happy about that. O, and if you remember about the costume yesterday, I put it on today. Cameron flipped out. He would have sworn up and down that I was Emperor Palpatine himself. He was crying and screaming. It was a real knee slapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/SWC3FullLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/SWC3FullLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then yesterday I started to play this game about Star Wars. It's called Dark Brotherhood. Now before you start to think that it is a cult, its not. Basically you are training to become a Dark Jedi. You are a member of a house and a clan. You can be awarded medals and promotions. It's kind of cool. Well, for lack of better things to do I am actively playing. It's really not a bad game to play and I recommend it to anybody who likes Star Wars and is bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/brother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/fable_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/fable_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Course Of Life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played this game last night called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fable. &lt;/span&gt;It is a game about a boy and his family is murdered. So he is forced to live a tough life at a guild, training to become the greatest swordsman ever. But is it for an eye for an eye or for turning the other cheek and helping people? That is for you to decide. Everything is for you to devide. Whether you are good or bad, old or young, fat or muscular, battle hardened or a pussy, that is all reflected in your character's physical appearance. The only complaint I have about the game is that it seems to go quickly. But other than that, all in all it is a really good game that I highly recommend to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all that I have for now. Tomorrow's entry will be a lot more indepth, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111238732177750973?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111238732177750973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111238732177750973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111238732177750973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111238732177750973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-will-you-be.html' title='Who Will You Be?'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111247371829181276</id><published>2005-04-02T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T18:58:45.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Four</title><content type='html'>THANK GOD, we are finally on spring break. I have been waiting for this for too damn long. Biology yesterday was fun. We had a small little party. Opening the shark was ridiculous cause we have no actual objective. Last night I went with Spencer and his family to Hacienda. It was very tasty. Then about two hours later I went to the mall with Number 4 to return a prom dress and I had to return a shirt. I then bought a strategy guide for a game that I will talk about later. Today I woke up at about 8:30 cause I had to get to the stores early to purchase my lightsaber. The outer robe to my costume is almost complete. Below is a picture of what it should look like when it's done. It's coming together quite nicely. I wanted to shave my head for the Celebration but I decided that Izzy probably would not be too happy about that due to the fact that it is the weekend before prom. O, that reminds me the tickets came in the mail today. So that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/DA_Sith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/DA_Sith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Jedi Robes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish each of my friends, Paige, Number 4, and Ericka godspeed on their treks. I hope that each of them has fun...but not too much fun. I will b looking forward to seeing them on Sunday. For those of us that are staying here, that's cool too. Spencer and I will be leaving on Wednesday at some point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope, died today, I think that is worthy of a mention. God bless his soul. Speaking of blessings, Amber's grandfather is having bypass surgery on the heart on Monday. Though I know by the good graces of God he will recover in short time, in my prayers both he and Amber will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/finalfour155logo2005stl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/finalfour155logo2005stl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Matter To Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final four starts today in St. Louis. It really does not matter to a lot of people that are in the MHS Mayhem bracket pool because most of us do not have a chance of winning. Especially, I who have 0 teams left in the running. That's cool. It was fun while it lasted. I think that I am going to get going for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments, lets see 'em! Have a good day and start of break guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111247371829181276?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111247371829181276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111247371829181276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111247371829181276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111247371829181276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/final-four.html' title='The Final Four'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111230529944042940</id><published>2005-04-01T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T13:14:56.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Save The World...</title><content type='html'>I came to school today and went upstairs to see Mrs. Flora. We talked about the test. I would later find out that it would not help. Then I went to German, which was boring and gay, as usual. After that it was "The Old Man's Class", as Paige puts so nicely. It was boring too. He tried to teach but failed miserably. It is all right though cause I really didn't want to try to learn. Then I came to math. Problems one through six were a breeze. Problem seven was satan's spawn. It was the worst math problem ever and I am almost certain that I got it wrong. Then I am going to go to Mr. Man's Bio class. He is absent today (YES!!), so Spencer and I are in charge (YES!!^2). That class is going to be boring too though but at least Izzy has brought snacks for us to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/goldeneye_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/goldeneye_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When You Can Rule It?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God spring break is finally here. I have been waiting for this for too damn long. I do not know what I am going to do this weekend. Probably play some video games, like the one featured above. I am just happy that I get to relax and do nothing. It brings me great satisfaction to know this. Spencer and I are leaving on Wenesday so that'll be fun. Some hardcore gaming will be going on. For Xbox fans, I always have to say, not a lot of Halo will be happening. God, some people are so obsessed with that game I don't even want to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/goldeneye-rogue-agent-200409270423402501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/goldeneye-rogue-agent-200409270423402501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldeneye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game I do like to play, however, but am getting beaten at is &lt;em&gt;Goldeneye&lt;/em&gt;. It's a cool game about a 00 agent who has been relieved from his duty at MI6 and goes to work for none other than Goldfinger. His name is Goldeneye because of the eye replacement, curitosy of Fransico Scaramenga, AKA The Man With The Golden Gun. It has some cool abilities. As of right now, I'm getting butt fucked by the &lt;em&gt;Omen, &lt;/em&gt;a device that can eat through your flesh and only takes one shot to kill. Other than that my gaming experience is all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to a good point. Spencer and I were talking yesterday and today and if we could take a class in video gaming we would be all over the place. 4.0 here we come. That's the school I need to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I have for now. Maybe more later. Maybe not. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111230529944042940?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111230529944042940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111230529944042940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111230529944042940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111230529944042940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-save-world.html' title='Why Save The World...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111230176584535061</id><published>2005-03-31T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T16:13:15.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvel At Our Greatness...</title><content type='html'>I have difficulty understanding something? And maybe one of you can help me out. Why does school suck so much? Day after day, time and time again, its terrible. Its relentlessly boring. I could probably actually, I know I could, teach myself better than most teachers can teach me at that school. Now, I know this is not true for some of the teachers, but it so for most. It's just ridiculous and I am tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to school, again. I went to Pre-cal and learned some stuff on top of the stuff I already do not understand. Seminar wasn't fun because Mr. Beam is a dick. He whined at me that I am never happy with anything. That is because the school is crap and does not meet even the lowest of standards. But whatever, fuck him. (Probably shouldn't say that cause I think he's gay.) O well, then I went to lunch. Lunch is a mediocre time because it always feels that two people want to talk about something but they cannot due to the other people that are at the table. So that sucks. I did wish Isabel a happy birthday, very nice on the snacks. So then we had Anatomy. Which was gay cause we took an eye test which I missed at least three questions because Mr. Hildreth cannot teach. He pretended to teach, again, but failed so popped in a movie instead. That's ok cause I didn't want to pretend to learn, again. So then we got into English. I did a lot better than I thought I would. I do wish to express my appologies to the sixth block class that failed miserably. Sorry guys. Then I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to declare, though, that our class is especially unique. 35+ years ago, when our parents went to high school, they were the beginning of a new generation, stemming from the old generation that prospered as baby boomers. Now that era is complete, with us. We are the pinnacle of this generation. We are the most refined, the most respectable, the most intelligent. We are the best of the best. We can play the game longer, harder, and better than any in this generation that have come before us. I believe that we should marvel in our greatness and weep for those that come after us. We are the turning point for this generation. For the ones to follow us, they forge a new generation of sluts, whores, pimps, and bitches. Preoccupied with sex, alcohol, and drugs, they are forced to sludge through the mud in which was laid before them to clear the way for others in their generation, just as our parents had to for the generations that followed them, and evenutally, us. Their morals and values are completely lost altogether. Nor do they care, they have accepted their ways in life, though I believe it is because of the lack of fundamentaly beliefs in faith, that is neither here nor there. Let us keep this in mind, as we complete our high school careers and move on to new endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Screenshot-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Screenshot-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned earlier, about my mock epic/satrical story, there are three in the works right now. For the one I am working on currently, it will take place in the 1920s and involve the mafia. But I have not really said a whole lot about the other two. The first, covering eighth grade to the end of freshmen year, which will eventually span over five parts and five hundred pages, takes place in a fictional medieval times. The picture of the Knight above is what I have imaged the antagonist of the story to look like. You know, dark and scary, because that is his part. And the second story, covering three parts and three hundred pages, is of my sophmore year to the beginning of my junior year. It takes place in a fictional futuristic setting. Because it is an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;epic&lt;/span&gt; it would only be right to have battles. The second picture is what I used to envision my landing transports for soldiers, vehicles, and supplies. I'll end up telling you guys all of it at a later date. But that is all I have for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of you who feel that my posts are "inspirational" you are anything but funny. Though the comment is appreciated, I would be happier with something of more...value. Thank you. But mainly, comment people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that all of you will have a good night and I will see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111230176584535061?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111230176584535061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111230176584535061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111230176584535061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111230176584535061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/03/marvel-at-our-greatness.html' title='Marvel At Our Greatness...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111223176056006248</id><published>2005-03-30T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:08:11.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay No Attention...</title><content type='html'>So today I went to school. I did my math homework when I got there. I got laughed at by Allison for not knowing how to do something. Then I went to German. That class is seriously going to down the pooper. I guess it's kind of getting better but not by a lot. Spencer and I got a 100 on our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reise Nach Europa&lt;/span&gt;, not that I expected anything less. Then we went to History and took that stupid test. It was all too easy. Then math was pretty cool. I understand what we're doing and that makes me feel good about the test. Because I have to get a 100 on the test in order to get a B in the class. So that sucks. Then I went to Biology. That class sucks, as always. That test was really, really easy. I thought it was going to be tough or something. We started the shark, which was ridiculous. We cut it open and then threw it back from which it came. It was dumb. I hate that class. As a matter of fact, I hate school. If it wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't go, just to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Godfather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Godfather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To That Man Behind The Curtain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I recently completed the mock epic/satirical story of my sophomore year to the beginning of my junior year. It spans over three hundred pages and lays in three parts. My mock epic/satrical story of eight grade and freshmen year is still in the work shop, being revised. It should be done over the summer. It should spread through five parts and over five hundred pages. My next project, however, is to transcribe the remainder of my junior year. Depending on how life plays out, depends the number of parts, but as of now I am planning of two and then starting my senior year. In this version of my high school career the time period is the 1920s and our group of friends= the new york mafia, hence the logo above (no that's not the name of it, I never choose the name until the end of writing). It should be interesting. I'll keep you all updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would appreaciate more comments people! Have a good night, all of you (some more than others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111223176056006248?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111223176056006248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111223176056006248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111223176056006248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111223176056006248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/03/pay-no-attention.html' title='Pay No Attention...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111213979795724005</id><published>2005-03-29T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:07:05.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn of the Dead</title><content type='html'>We'll get to the weird part later. Today was all right. I went to school with Allison and ate breakfast with Spencer, Amber, and Allison. Then I went to crappy Pre-cal. Then in Seminar we celebrated Mrs. Flora's birthday. She did that whole frown thing, trying not to smile. It was great. Props to Spencer and Andy. Then Anatomy was gay, as usual. Guess what guys? That's right, I have another anatomy test this week! Hot DAMN! Anyway, then I took the English test of death. It was terrible. Nothing she told us to study for was on it. GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ahref&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/dawn_of_the_dead_still1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I had this weird dream last night. A bunch of people were walking down the street towards the Batell Center from John Young on Main. We get by the cemetery about a block before the railroad tracks and there's this bathroom and somebody points inside. I looked at it and there's dirt going into the bathroom. Then out of the bathroom a man comes out looking very similar to the one above carrying a toliet. He came at me with the toliet and threw it on the ground and started to chase me. It was scary, really. When I woke up it took me a while to figure out it was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I have for today. Tomorrow's will be longer, promise. Comments people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ahref&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111213979795724005?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111213979795724005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111213979795724005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111213979795724005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111213979795724005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/03/dawn-of-dead.html' title='Dawn of the Dead'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111206788393336963</id><published>2005-03-28T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:56:11.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duel of the Fates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e1thee32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e1thee32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had this awesome dream. It started like by the pool doors the school. And I guess there was a group of us leaving or something and there he was like this dark figure. I don't really remember who all was there, I think it was like Amber, Paige, Allison and stuff. And then Spencer and I step from behind them and we're like "We'll take care of this." And then we draw out our lightsabers, and he draws his. Now, this dark figure, I know is somebody I know but I'm not sure who he is. But anyway, so we fight him and stuff. We basically go through most of the school. He fights us back through the commons and up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e1thee461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e1thee461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight through the science wing and back through the main hall upstairs. Then we take a turn to the gym. I don't really remember the dream after that. I just remember that it is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have for today people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111206788393336963?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111206788393336963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111206788393336963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111206788393336963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111206788393336963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/03/duel-of-fates.html' title='Duel of the Fates'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111185925926021605</id><published>2005-03-26T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:22:17.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Begun the friend war has...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e2coru40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e2coru40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report to Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...the last few days have been something else. As I said last time, my tracking of the bounty hunter has not gone well. I have tracked him to Geonosis where the reception was anything but warm. I have managed to track him to the count and I have sent my report to back to Coruscant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e2geon06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e2geon06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captured by the Count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, after I sent my report on the activities happening on Geonosis, the droid foundaries and such, I was captured by the Count himself. Tried to turn me the Count did. Tempting me by telling me how corrupt the cause was. I was not about to fall for that trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/fight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/fight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Battle Fought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the rescue came. On Thursday night, the same night in which I was captured, the war started. Bloody it was, yes, but necessary only due to the silence that has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e2geon61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e2geon61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fight with the Count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Spencer had a duel with the Count himself. Though the Count stuck his tail between his legs as he ran, I thought it was a victory for us. For all that we fight for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e2coru63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/e2coru63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for a Full Scale War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was informed on how great of a war this was actually going to be. I finally realized what I had been trying to stop. And then I figured out that it was too late. The shroud of the dark side has fallen, begun this friend war has...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111185925926021605?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111185925926021605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111185925926021605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111185925926021605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111185925926021605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/03/begun-friend-war-has.html' title='Begun the friend war has...'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111169593280286086</id><published>2005-03-24T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:59:45.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patillo Doctrine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because of the issue at hand, I have assumed a full power and instructions have been transmitted to me to try to help the situation by amicable negotiation the respective rights and interests of the two friends in question. In the discussions to which this interest has given rise and in the arrangements by which they may terminate the occasion has been judged proper for asserting, as a principle in which the rights and condition which they have assumed and maintained, are henceforth two friends should not be subject to the repercussions of other friends unless that friendship openly desires it so. And, furthermore, it is not only the right but it is also the duty of any and all friends to try to help one another no matter what the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stated in the past that a great effort was then making in the relationship between the two friends in question, Allison and Amber, to improve the condition of that friendship, and it appeared to be conducted with extraordinary moderation. It need scarcely be remarked that the results have been so far very different from what was and still is anticipated. Of the events between friends, with which I have so much intercourse and from which I stem many of my own friendships from, I have always been anxious and interested spectators. I cherish the sentiments the most friendly in favor of liberty and happiness in all of my friends and their friendships as well. In the wars fought between friendships in matters relating to yourselves I have tried to never take part in, nor does it comport with my policy to do so. It is only when my rights are invaded or seriously menaced that I resent injuries or make preparation for my defense. With the recent actions between my friends I am of necessity more immediately connected even if it is indirectly, and by causes which must be obvious to all enlightened and impartial observers. The systems in which the two in question have addressed the situation are different from the tactics of my own. This difference proceeds from that which exists in their policy of silence and choosing ignorance to avoid the problem; and to the defense of my own, which has been achieved by the loss of so much honor and respect, and matured by the wisdom over time, and under which I have enjoyed unexampled felicity, I am devoted. I owe it, therefore, to candor and to consider any attempt on their part to fix the situation at hand and to secure our overall peace and safety. With the nonexistent problems within friendships I have not interfered and shall not interfere. But with those who are having difficulties that intrude on my personal well being it can only be interpreted as nothing but anything other light than as the manifestation of an unfriendly disposition toward me. In the battle between Allison and Amber I declared neutrality at the time of their recognition, and to this we have adhered, and shall continue to adhere, provided no change shall occur which, in the judgment of the competent authorities of friends, shall make a corresponding change on the part of myself and/or others indispensable to our security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late events involving Allison, Amber, and Paige are still unsettled. Of this important fact no stronger proof can be adduced than that the friends should have thought it proper, on any principle satisfactory to them, to have interposed by force in the internal concerns of all involved. To what extent such interposition may be carried, on the same principle, is a question in which all friendships interests differ from one another, even those most remote from another friendship, and surely none of them more so than myself. My policy in regard to all other friendships, which was adopted at an early stage of this crisis which has long agitated all of us, nevertheless remains the same, which is, to avoid conflict in these final months that we have together and to not interfere in the concerns of other friendships; to consider all friendships, no matter who involved; to cultivate friendly relations with all, and to preserve those relations by a frank, firm, and manly policy, meeting in all instances the just claims of every friendship, submitting to injuries from none. But in regard to theses friendships whose circumstances are eminently and conspicuously different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible that our friendships should extend into any portion of any other friendships without endangering our peace and happiness with other; nor can anyone believe that our fellow brethren, if left to them, cannot solve a situation on their own. It is equally impossible, therefore, that we should behold such interposition in any form with indifference. If we look to the comparative strength hand resources of all of our friendships, and their distance from each other, it must be obvious that the affects on the one should not have repercussions that echo violently on the other. It is still the true policy of me to leave the parties to themselves, in hope that the other friendships will pursue the same course, in order to avoid as much conflict as possible in the few months we still have left. But it will also remain the policy of myself that if I have the right not to be affected by other friendships and that in the same I have the right and the duty to of any and all friends to try to help one another no matter what the cause. And I also, hereby declare, that any and all who see a wrong being commited and do not bring it to ones attention is no better than the wrongdoer himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore it is my right as a friend to get involved in another friendship if it affects me. It is also my right and duty to hope that two friends will work the situation out if left alone. I ask Allison and Amber to speak with each other about their differences and settle them. I ask any and all who have problems to do so. In these few months in which we still have left with each other, let us remember the best of times that we have had together. And let us create new ones. Let us seal these cracks that are tearing through us. We forget that we will not have each other forever to argue with and to fight with. We forget that we will not have each other forever to laugh and to cry with. We must make these last few months together the absolute best. So I am asking you, no, I am begging each and every one of you to put down your arms, throw aside your differences and come together to make these last months the ones to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Preston&lt;/st1:place&gt; Patillo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111169593280286086?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111169593280286086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111169593280286086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111169593280286086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111169593280286086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/03/patillo-doctrine.html' title='The Patillo Doctrine'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111161428808292825</id><published>2005-03-23T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:21:15.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaration of Ignorance</title><content type='html'>I ask each and every one of you to read what I have to say and consider it carefully. It is only the same in which I would do for you. Please post your opinion and/or add your signature. Thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Declaration of Ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to point out instances to those that are closely connected to them that are wrong. It is only necessary that a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to point out this ignorance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all friends, when too ignorant to clearly see the truths laid before them that they are to be told by their fellow friends as a duty to them. Each friend has certain inalienable rights which are the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. As a group of friends, it is only in their duty to help secure these rights at all times. That whenever a friend strays away from the path of the righteous and down the path which is dark, it is only the duty of the other friends to rectify the problem by pointing out their flaws as if only to help rescue that friend from their own demise. Whenever any action becomes destructive as to the ends of these certain rights it is the right of the fellow friends to alter or abolish the problem and to institute a new path onto which this friend is to follow by laying its foundation on such principles. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that friendships long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown, that certain friends are more likely to suffer, while these evils are taking place, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute ignorance of the problem, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such problems, and to provide new guard for their future security. Such has been the patient sufferance of these friendships among us; and such is now the necessity which constrains me to try to alter the problem at hand. The history of the one that is the cause of all problems in these friendships has an obvious history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of manipulation over these friendships. To prove this, let facts be submitted to you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He has directly or indirectly affected all friendships in which we are a witness to, for better, but mostly for worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He has habitually claimed to like one who will remain unnamed but has been with another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He has acted on these emotions while being with that other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He has continually made mistakes in which the repercussions echo violently in our everyday lives, forcing us to such measures as these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He has started many arguments, leaving us to fight amongst ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He has torn friendships that have repeated stood the test of time in two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He has used and abused friends at his own will by being “friends” one minute and throwing that “friend” away the minute another comes by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He has little to no understanding of the repercussions of his actions in our every day lives due to the fact that he does not have to endure them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He has little to no caring of the repercussions, oppressions, and suffering that he causes in our everyday lives due to the fact that he does not have to endure them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He is a social outcast who is, therefore, forced to be with those of our age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He is an arrogant, horny pervert who only thinks in sexual connotations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He has more time on his hands than he knows what to do with, therefore he can easily play any game/person at anytime he wishes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He believes that he owns some of us, and is right, only due to the ignorance within.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He will continue to manipulate each and every one of us until the issue is brought up by all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In every stage of these oppressions we have asked for our friends to redress in the most humble terms but our asking have only been answered only by repeated injury. A prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a manipulator, is unfit to be a friend of any of my fellow friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nor have we been wanting in attentions to my friends. We do not wish to make any of you angry or disgruntled. We only wish to bring this issue to your attention to hold us together as friends. We have reminded you of the circumstances of what we are enduring time and time again. But you too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, pronounce that any and all who do not have a desire in which to rectify the situation are truly lost to the cause and the under an ignorant spell in which He has put you under and we am truly sorry for your trance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We, therefore, the friend of all of you, appealing to each of you, as judges of all of our friendships, in the name and by the authority of ourselves as your true friends, solemnly publish and declare that we are asking that each of you shed your ignorance and that our friendships are, and of right ought to be free and independent friendships; that they are absolved from all allegiance to Ryan Lester; and that all connection between him and ourselves is and ought to be totally dissolved, due to his repeated abuses to us as friends. And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of our friendships, we pledge our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Signatures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spencer Patterson&lt;br /&gt;Preston Patillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/10568615-111161428808292825?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111161428808292825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111161428808292825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111161428808292825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111161428808292825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/03/declaration-of-ignorance.html' title='Declaration of Ignorance'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111155037463824349</id><published>2005-03-22T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:07:52.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What If Life Was A Movie??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Reel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if life was a movie? Just high school even. I'm serious people too. I want some input. What if life was a movie? What would the trailer be like? How many would there be? One for each year? What would the titles be? Who would act in them? I mean play each person? (They have to be a famous person). I don't know. That's an interesting question. I'm looking for lots of comments people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring today. Good job on the test today, Amber and Wendy. Both get props. Very nice. Other than that school still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111155037463824349?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111155037463824349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111155037463824349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111155037463824349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568615/posts/default/111155037463824349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-if-life-was-movie.html' title='What If Life Was A Movie??'/><author><name>Preston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16908643851846551418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/bird_logo_graphic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10568615.post-111146219217393088</id><published>2005-03-21T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:43:27.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Phoenixeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/2711/320/Phoenixeye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are The Windows To The Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so the saying goes anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the last couple of days I have decided that in my whole life I only have on regret. And that is something because I usually have no regrets. I take life as it has come to me, assuming that is what was meant to happen, for better or for worse, assuming that it is all on in the plan, especially cause I am still alive. But there is one and only one regret that I have and it has really been bothering me lately. Like I cannot believe that I was so stupid. And if I could go back in time I would punch myself in the fat face and talk myself out of it because that was the most stupid thing that I have ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, when I look back on things, even though I wish that they would have turned out differently. I see the course of events in which life has taken and I know that it could not have gone any other way. And perhaps the future holds that the mistake that I made in what now seems so long ago can be rectified. Who knows? I hope so though. All that I know for sure is that the phoenix continues to rise from out of the ashes. And that is a good sign for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all that I have for tonight. Have a good rest, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10568615-111146219217393088?l=fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromoutoftheashes.blogspot.com/feeds/111146219217393088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10568615&amp;postID=111146219217393088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10568
