<?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-8276631889862122928</id><updated>2011-08-03T09:51:49.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon Rogers Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-5765979284168853127</id><published>2010-04-15T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:21:26.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Advice</title><content type='html'>The best advice I've ever received would probably be from my father. When I was at the height of my depression. My dad told me that, "that's how life is."  When your down life wont stop and if you let it get the better of you then you are not living. This is a disambiguation of what he said which he compared life to a fight. If life knocks you down you have to get back up and fight back. If you just lay down then life is not going to be fun. You have to get back up, fight it, and keep moving on and enjoy life while you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276631889862122928-5765979284168853127?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5765979284168853127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/5765979284168853127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/5765979284168853127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-advice.html' title='Best Advice'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-5284534984527436074</id><published>2010-02-17T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:31:20.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Map Reflection</title><content type='html'>It is realistic seeing as they are traveling by a motor vehicle and as long as they have gas they can go. My thoughts towards it are why did he take this journey, what was the general purpose of the trip. I dont not feel it compares with the trip i wrote about yesterday because i would not actually take a trip like that because I would wish to stay in PA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276631889862122928-5284534984527436074?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5284534984527436074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/02/map-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/5284534984527436074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/5284534984527436074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/02/map-reflection.html' title='Map Reflection'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-3210079635745336085</id><published>2010-02-16T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:30:37.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>If I were to go on a trip at the end of the year it would be traveling across the country in my car. We would travel basically non stop and enjoy the sites as we go by. I would take Scott with me and we would go to such places as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not in order)&lt;br /&gt;New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;Maryland&lt;br /&gt;Arizona&lt;br /&gt;Texas&lt;br /&gt;California&lt;br /&gt;Alaska&lt;br /&gt;Various parts of Canada&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;Ohio&lt;br /&gt;and Washington&lt;br /&gt;then back to Pennsylvania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276631889862122928-3210079635745336085?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3210079635745336085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/3210079635745336085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/3210079635745336085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-5674014130882520509</id><published>2010-02-09T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:31:20.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Che Guevara</title><content type='html'>I feel it is going to be about Che Guevara looking for someone he strongly cares for. He does this by traveling by motorcycles and documents his occurrences while traveling through Latin America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276631889862122928-5674014130882520509?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5674014130882520509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/02/che-guevara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/5674014130882520509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/5674014130882520509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/02/che-guevara.html' title='Che Guevara'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-362364929493163575</id><published>2010-01-29T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:16:00.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indepent Reading</title><content type='html'>If I were walking through a book store, books that would catch my attention would be book about music history such as musician or genre history or books about cars specifically volkswagen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276631889862122928-362364929493163575?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/362364929493163575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/01/indepent-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/362364929493163575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/362364929493163575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/01/indepent-reading.html' title='Indepent Reading'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-6981771944693276955</id><published>2010-01-25T07:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:16:02.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Now 1/25/10</title><content type='html'>I time when I felt invisible is when my little sister was first born.  She required a lot of attention and at the time I did not realize how much attention she needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276631889862122928-6981771944693276955?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6981771944693276955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-now-12510.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/6981771944693276955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/6981771944693276955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-now-12510.html' title='Do Now 1/25/10'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-8887245436142434543</id><published>2010-01-25T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:15:19.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>He came home from work, to his empty house, only to be greeted by the hundreds of light bulbs in his home. He never really had a real family, and he had never been married, which means he never had kids either. It was just him in his house with his light bulbs. Some might say his life is pathetic and is going nowhere. All he does is wake up, go to work, come home, do nothing, go to sleep. A very simple life, but a very boring one too. He wanted to spice it up a little bit, he wanted to change this pattern he was stuck in. He did not know what it was he was going to do but he figured he would figure it out tomorrow and headed to bed for the night&lt;br /&gt;    The next day he woke up and went to work. He worked in an office making fairly decent money. He was never scrapping by for food and was never behind on his rent or bills. He started talking to a women he had worked with for over five years. He did not know her name seeing as he never really reached out to anyone at all. He was not a shy person but rather he did not see the point in wasting time when he had work to get done. Today was different though. He invited her to his house for dinner and she accepted. To his surprise he had a date.&lt;br /&gt;    Later that night she had come over to his house. He thoughts that it was great that he had finally started to change his life, but he didn’t know were to go next. He asked her what they should do and she was found very confused. She asked him about the light bulbs to try and spark a conversation. He told her that each one represented a person. She asked how he knew so many people if he was not such an out going person. He replied with a smile that they weren’t people he knew but people he had murdered. Her heart sank when he told her this. This was not the first time he had tired to “spice up” his life.  He then told her that he had the intention of killing her but first she had to describe her fear as much as possible. If she described it well enough in a very calm and well-mannered way then he would let her go. But if she stumbled even on the slightest word she would be killed. They went all through the night talking, well mostly she did. Eventually the lights went out in his house and the next morning when he woke up he put a new light in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276631889862122928-8887245436142434543?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8887245436142434543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/01/story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/8887245436142434543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/8887245436142434543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2010/01/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-8241792053977450469</id><published>2009-11-05T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:32:20.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection of Marking Period 1</title><content type='html'>Over this entire marking period I feel I did not do anything very well. I really let the ball drop and I am regretting it deeply. I have no excuses and I just have to change my attitude towards work. I was in a rough place for a little while but I still should have kept up with what was important. I cannot think of a very good strategy that I had this marking period. I suppose the idea of just keep moving and don’t completely give up would count. If I had to choose anything I did well it would be that. For what I could have done differently, I feel I could have done everything differently. I could have done all my work and I could have gotten it done on time. I just am truly ashamed of how this marking period went. I feel next marking period I’m going to strap up and get my work done. That is what I have to do if I want to get into a good college. Overall I have to realize what really is important and I cannot let anything get in the way of that. I want to have a successful future and not live like I am now. The goals that I am making for marking period two are, for English get and A and do all the work that is asked of me and not only to just do it but do it very well. For school overall, I would say get on top of my college apps, get an A in all of my classes, do all of my work, and try to bring my GPA close to a 3.0 again. As for my other I plan on changing my way of thinking and just become the best person I can be, mostly for my girlfriend. The way I plan on achieving these goals, mostly the school related ones, would be to do my work. It is just that simple that I have to do my work. From that I would be able to do better on tests, even though I can do fine without doing work now, I could do better if I did all my work. Not to mention the fact that my grade doesn’t only count with tests, the work gives me points as well. For the college app process, I just have to keep reminding myself of what I want, that is to get into college to have a successful life and to get out of my house. The way I can do that is set up a guidance appointment every two weeks or so and just keep on myself until I get accepted into college. To bring my GPA close to a 3.0 I will do all my work, which should ring my grades up and keep my grades up. From that I can get all A’s and then from that I can get my GPA closer to a 3.0 and from that I can get a better look from a college so in reality all I really have to do is my work in school. If I can do that I can then stop worrying about that so much and focus on changing my way of thinking and focus on my girlfriend which is all that really matters besides college. Overall I have realized that senioritis is a real thing and I cannot afford to have it. I have to grow up and stop fooling around and get my work done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276631889862122928-8241792053977450469?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8241792053977450469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2009/11/reflection-of-marking-period-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/8241792053977450469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/8241792053977450469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2009/11/reflection-of-marking-period-1.html' title='Reflection of Marking Period 1'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-8770223325111270570</id><published>2009-10-02T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:15:54.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preveiw to a Book: The Great Gatsby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Front Cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The book is called The Great Gatsby and it was written by F. Scott Fitgerald. It doesn't seem to have won any awards. It seems like an interesting book from the cover possibly about the city.&lt;br /&gt;Two questions I have are, is it set in a city and what are those eyes for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Back Cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about Jay Gatsby and a women named Daisy Buchanan. It is set in the 1920's which was a time period for a lot of parties and and wild things. Apparently it is set to be about lavish parties revolving around sex and drinking&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside The Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dedicated to Zelda and is copyrighted in the early 1920's. Chapter titles go by numbers like chapter 1, chapter 2, etc. The writing style is very normal in my opinion it does not seem like he does anything that would set him apart from other authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall Impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My overall impression of the book it that it seems fairly interesting. It is set during an interesting time period when the world was changing. The characters seem interesting and just overall it seems like a book I can enjoy readin.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/8276631889862122928-8770223325111270570?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8770223325111270570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2009/10/preveiw-to-book-great-gatsby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/8770223325111270570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/8770223325111270570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2009/10/preveiw-to-book-great-gatsby.html' title='Preveiw to a Book: The Great Gatsby'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-8184065414829566073</id><published>2009-10-02T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:19:56.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tvfanatic.com/images/gallery/dr-gregory-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 312px;" src="http://static.tvfanatic.com/images/gallery/dr-gregory-house.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatness is something that is archived through doing something to impress other people whether it be something to help people like Martin Luther King Jr. did, or something daring to entertain people like the stunts performed by Evil Knievel to bring entertainment to people. Greatness is a standard archived through someone else determining it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276631889862122928-8184065414829566073?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8184065414829566073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2009/10/greatness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/8184065414829566073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/8184065414829566073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2009/10/greatness.html' title='Greatness'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-7847558146829783060</id><published>2009-09-15T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:15:13.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Represnts Me</title><content type='html'>I would say that my guitar is what represents me the most. It represents my love for music and my passion for it as well. It also represents my goals for the future such as becoming a composer or rather just having a job in the music industry at all. My guitar also represents music as being my life basically. Without music I would be very lost in the world. Music is everything for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276631889862122928-7847558146829783060?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7847558146829783060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-represnts-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/7847558146829783060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/7847558146829783060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-represnts-me.html' title='What Represnts Me'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276631889862122928.post-6667891459345029388</id><published>2009-09-09T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:47:40.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>I am a musician, not a very talented one but a musician nonetheless. I have hopes of becoming a composer. I just want to channel my feelings into my music for everyone else to hear. I do not want money or fame. I just want people to appreciate my music. Seeing as I am not as sane as other people I tend to put my lack of sanity into my music. It helps me to push myself and become the most original person I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276631889862122928-6667891459345029388?l=rogersbrandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6667891459345029388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/6667891459345029388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276631889862122928/posts/default/6667891459345029388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogersbrandon.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Brandon Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276933664299232887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
