<?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-5301946</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:34:44.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching</title><subtitle type='html'>The beginning of a search. For what exactly has not yet been decided,but the journey has begun.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-108398374229801824</id><published>2004-05-07T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T19:40:03.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108398374229801824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108398374229801824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108398374229801824' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-108347957172145433</id><published>2004-05-01T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T23:37:05.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm... she  seems to be HiJacking my blog.... not that it's hard to HiJack something that isn't moving. :-D It seems that maybe I shouldn't be so free with my passwords!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108347957172145433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108347957172145433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108347957172145433' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-108346813835843140</id><published>2004-05-01T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T20:26:31.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So...Do you think he found what he was looking for?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108346813835843140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108346813835843140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108346813835843140' title=''/><author><name>Sunny Ellis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://sunnyellis.googlepages.com/profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-108346761754028807</id><published>2004-05-01T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T09:25:45.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the boy has really been doing with all his time.::Gives a devilish grin::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108346761754028807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108346761754028807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108346761754028807' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-108336073305320633</id><published>2004-04-30T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T14:36:24.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Has anybody here ever wondered what has happened to this boy?  Well, I'm here to tell you.  Who am I?  I am a close friend who often sports a big diamond surrounded by two saphires.  This boy gave it to me out of the blue one day.As much as I would like to tell you that Brenton has been so busy spending time with me that he simply does not have time to mess with this blog, I cannot ethically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108336073305320633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108336073305320633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108336073305320633' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-108201815412090515</id><published>2004-04-15T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T01:39:45.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108201815412090515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/108201815412090515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108201815412090515' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-107626219560459183</id><published>2004-02-08T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T09:45:38.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>create your own visited states map or write about it on the open travel guide</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/107626219560459183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/107626219560459183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107626219560459183' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-106133893435106393</id><published>2003-08-19T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T17:22:14.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favorite song of all time, and still the song that moves me the most:Amazing grace! How sweet the soundThat saved a wretch like me!I once was lost, but now am found;Was blind, but now I see.’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,And grace my fears relieved;How precious did that grace appearThe hour I first believed.Through many dangers, toils and snares,I have already come;’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106133893435106393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106133893435106393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106133893435106393' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-106030245338417316</id><published>2003-08-07T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T17:27:33.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is it about mailed advertisements that make companies lose any and all semblance of propriety and dignity? It's not as if I ask for junk mail... the address that they sent it to is one that I don't even give out!!! You would think that in going to the trouble of sending out these advertisements, which cost them quite a bit of money just in postage, that they would make sure that whoever they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106030245338417316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106030245338417316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106030245338417316' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-106029657952449540</id><published>2003-08-07T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T15:49:39.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Suicide Of Marlboro ManAn Article by Fred ReedThe other days I was reading G. Gordon Liddy's book of conservative nostalgia, When I Was a Kid, This Was a Free Country. He paints a sunset picture of former times when America was free, farmers could fill in swamps without violating wetland laws, and guns were just guns. People were independent and had character, and made their own economic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106029657952449540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106029657952449540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106029657952449540' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-106022617420799396</id><published>2003-08-06T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T20:28:56.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, just found out that my Grandma has cancer. Just seems to be one blow after another. I know God wants to teach me some lessons, but all at once!!! Yeah, life sucks, and it's wonderful, all at once. I asked God to do whatever he needed to take me down and make me receptive to Him, but I didn't really MEAN it!! :-) Anyway, His will be done.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106022617420799396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106022617420799396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106022617420799396' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-106022567624184684</id><published>2003-08-06T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T20:07:56.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD Almighty! My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young-- a place near your altar, O LORD Almighty, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106022567624184684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106022567624184684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106022567624184684' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-106014202423273219</id><published>2003-08-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T20:53:44.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is a rather intimidating thing to have someone right in front of you going through a serious, full fledged asthma attack. Little did I know that this is what I would encounter when I was flagged down this afternoon by a small group of people in front of Longview Hall. While I have been trained to deal with heart attacks and other serious injuries, the helplessness of being faced with something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106014202423273219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106014202423273219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106014202423273219' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-106011586117394416</id><published>2003-08-05T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T13:37:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess you should expect that on any major project at least something will go wrong, but I thought that I had finally escaped for once without that mishap. The final bolts were going into place, the side covers were on. The motorcycle was gleaming, and just about beautiful as the day it came off the assembly line for the first time. The only sign that anything even might wrong was a slow drip </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106011586117394416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106011586117394416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106011586117394416' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-106008594728626446</id><published>2003-08-05T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T05:41:04.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106008594728626446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106008594728626446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106008594728626446' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-106004065651224728</id><published>2003-08-04T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T16:44:16.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Crisis of Manliness</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106004065651224728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/106004065651224728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106004065651224728' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-105993888672226171</id><published>2003-08-03T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T12:28:06.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is always difficult to completely go over who you are and consider why you have made the choices that you've made, the things that are important to you, and the way you live your life. That, in a sentence, is where I am right now. I have finally come to the point where I know that my priorities are in error, and I actually have the resolve and have recognised the necessity of doing something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105993888672226171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105993888672226171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105993888672226171' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-105910325315987052</id><published>2003-07-24T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T20:20:53.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well!! It's been a while! Last weekend was wonderful. I got to see Sunny. :-) She was able to get an evening off from Camp, so since Al (awesome roomie!!) was going to TN, I tagged along and then drove the rest of the way to see my my girlfriend. I haven't really mentioned her yet on this blog, have I? Well, I am biased, but she is the most awesome girl that I have ever met. We have been "talking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105910325315987052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105910325315987052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105910325315987052' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-105739577935160954</id><published>2003-07-05T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T02:02:59.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday I received some very sad news. One of our auto society members, a fellow student, and a fairly good friend passed away after spending several days on life support. He would have been 23 today. From what I hear he was at work and inhaled some industrial fumes. While I know that today he is with his Savior, I can't imagine how hard this has to be for his family, knowing how much even I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105739577935160954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105739577935160954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105739577935160954' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-105727452911092951</id><published>2003-07-03T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T16:22:09.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I am now very excited. My Kimber Tactical Custom II just came in to the gun dealer! For those of you who don't know, that is a 1911 type automatic pistol. I have had the firearm bug for a while now, (since I was like... two?) but was able to resist up until last month. :-) My brother Nick and I seem to egg each other on. His is sitting there too, waiting for him to pick it up. If either one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105727452911092951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105727452911092951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105727452911092951' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-105706817110770808</id><published>2003-07-01T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T16:22:28.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, they did it again. Three vehicle burglaries last night, at right around 4:15 AM. That makes nine within the past two weeks, for a total of 8 broken windows, 7 stolen radios, a wallet, keys, and a cell phone missing. Ah yes, and one cancelled checkbook. I dearly hope that whoever took it will try to use it, and end up doing some serious time. This is getting out of hand, and EXTREMELY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105706817110770808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105706817110770808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105706817110770808' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-105702767046844068</id><published>2003-06-30T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T19:47:50.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Working with Security at "The University" has been a great opportunity for a fledgling college student. It has provided stability, a consistent income, and an infinite number of ways to mature. Unfortunately, it also has some adverse effects. You can only see neighborhood kids steal so many bicycles and car radios from students before you become jaded and begin to see everybody from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105702767046844068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105702767046844068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105702767046844068' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301946.post-105701843578036340</id><published>2003-06-30T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T17:13:55.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been a while since I started this journey, and I haven't really gotten very far. Sometimes it seems that apathy has a way of just sneaking up and jumping onto your back, and sinking its claws into your neck until you feel too worn out to even fight it, much less do anything else. Summer seems to have a way of making it worse somehow. Maybe it's not having a set schedule, or maybe... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105701843578036340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301946/posts/default/105701843578036340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentonellis.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105701843578036340' title=''/><author><name>Brenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928746581621940737</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></entry></feed>
