<?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-6280140570291479749</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:40:52.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life According to Michael</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-3878701947185805674</id><published>2009-06-28T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:49:17.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These kids and their newfangled music.</title><content type='html'>So this week, with the death of Michael Jackson, I got to thinking. You see, that day, and the following one, all the pop and hip-hop radio stations played Michael Jackson songs in tribute. So here's my thought: what happened to all the music icons? I mean, who can our generation really look up to in the same way that our parents adored the Beatles, The Eagles, Bruce Springsteen, Elton John, or Michael Jackson? Who has so shaped our generation's music that, if they died, the radio would play their music non-stop? I'll answer that question for you. Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;You see, music today has degenerated into nothing more than a free-for-all, gladiator style death match of competing musicians (and I use that term &lt;em&gt;liberally). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Music WAS Show Business.  Music was IT.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, anyone gets a record deal, which the record companies then take and warp into something that resembles nothing of the original version. Music today, especially rap, is nothing more than ego-obsessed, proud, gaudy, swaggering "artists" trying to one-up each other.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will say this; there ARE good songs out there, but it is getting increasingly difficult to produce an original sound while saying the same things (I love you, nobody understands me, life is so hard for me, I want you back etc...)&lt;br /&gt;But back to my first thought, where are all the icons? Why is it impossible for us to rally in the same way that the world followed Elvis? I think that it is because there are so many different branches of music nowadays that everyone can find something that is explicitly tailored to that individual. Everyone wants to be different, to set themselves apart, to &lt;em&gt;define&lt;/em&gt; themselves, that they are almost afraid of liking a band that is accumulating a following. Because &lt;em&gt;nobody &lt;/em&gt;wants to be the same as anyone else. I miss the icons. Thank goodness someone invented CDs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-3878701947185805674?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3878701947185805674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=3878701947185805674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/3878701947185805674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/3878701947185805674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-kids-and-their-newfangled-music.html' title='These kids and their newfangled music.'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-3279373770955711919</id><published>2009-06-18T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:18:07.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation and stuff</title><content type='html'>Well, seeing as its been forever and a half since I've blogged, I thought that I would throw you all a bone. Because I know how much you all LOVE reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there have been some fairly Momentous Happenings in my life since my last post...all the way back in April. I have graduated (finally!!) from high school, and am proud to say that I am now a Higley High Alumnus (Alumni? Illumininati?). The ceremony was fine, save for the fifteen minute period where it was sprinkling rain. An interesting side note, it has only rained TWICE on graduation day (May 20) in over fifty years. Last year was the first time in half a century. And I have to say, waking up that Thursday morning, realizing that I was finished with high school, was pretty much the best feeling ever. Except that I had to work that day. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;So, Momentous Happening number &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;: I have my schedule for ASU! I went to Orientation Day and got it all hammered out. I tried to organize it so that my classes fell on the same days, leaving me with a free Friday. It ALMOST worked out, I have just one class on friday. My schedule reads as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (M,W,F for future reference) from 9:40-10:30 I have Introduction to Sociology. M,T,W,Th 10:45-11:35 is my Elementary Italian. M,W,F at 11:50 I have Adv. First Year Composition. Tuesdays at 1:30 I have a Language Exploration class, and M and W from 3:30-4:45 is my Math 142. Sorry for all the confusion, but who said that college was sinple?&lt;br /&gt;This brings us to Momentous Happening &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;: I have officially started my mission papers! I am SO EXCITED!! My 19th B-Day (Nov. 12) is looking closer every day (wait...it IS getting closer every day...) and I haven't started freaking out yet, but I am sure it will set in sometime. My mission prep class is amazing, and My teacher is the best I could wish for. His name is Joeseph McConkie and he knows EVERYTHING! He will be teaching us a lession, and will list off references from everywhere in the scriputres and even conference talks from twenty years ago! It's incredible, I love this guy.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I have to go now. My dad just reminded me that I have to make an appointment to get my MMR boosters (for ASU!!! GO DEVILS!!) and to do that, I must, regretfully, leave the keyboard behind. Alas, parting is such sweet...wait, Lexi, what's the line?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-3279373770955711919?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3279373770955711919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=3279373770955711919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/3279373770955711919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/3279373770955711919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation-and-stuff.html' title='Graduation and stuff'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-3334345310461634627</id><published>2009-04-21T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:56:58.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, some news for you all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I apologize to all of my loyal fans (all three of you) for not blogging in SUCH A LONG TIME! But that's how it goes sometimes. Anyway, a bunch of things have happened in my life since I last left you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: I went to my ASU Orientation and it was really fun and informative. I got my student ID card (called a "Sun Card") my schedule, a map of the campus, and met my counselor. I am majoring in Italian (for now, since I am probably going to change it once I get back from my mission and I will only be at ASU for one semester) and I have classes every day of the week save for Friday. Then I sent in my housing exemption form (because I am not living on campus. Danger Will Robinson! Danger! Danger!.). I am very excited to be a Sun Devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: I only have four weeks left in my senior year and you know what? I'm not feeling like its the end of the world like everyone else. Nor am I thinking that I can't wait to leave that stupid place. I have had some really amazing times at high school, and yeah I'm going to miss it, but its just one of those things that you move on from. I am not worried about my finals because let's face it, this is Arizona. Education standards? What are those again? Even though I am taking the AP Literature and Composition test, I'm not stressing. Either I'll do well and get credit for ASU, or I won't and I'll take it over and be ahead. Whoop de doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: I donated blood for the first time, and it was pretty neat. I gave one or two pints (I can't remember. Is that a bad sign?) and figured out that my blood type is B positive. Yay for punny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as Porky Pig says, "That's all, folks!"&lt;br /&gt;P.s. To every student that I know, hang in there. Its almost done. Just four tantalizing weeks left. I can almost taste the 110 degree heat and chlorine pool water. I know that's kind of a gross analogy, but that's what you get when you read my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-3334345310461634627?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3334345310461634627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=3334345310461634627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/3334345310461634627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/3334345310461634627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-some-news-for-you-all.html' title='Finally, some news for you all'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-8233703014642077380</id><published>2009-02-23T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:16:15.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeng a seenur is ahsum!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So can you tell how far my Arizona education has taken me? Seriously though, I love being a senior, and I really have learned a bunch of stuff. But I've got to say, not having an A hour AND getting out an hour early feels awesome! An excellent little reward for working my butt off these four years. Even if this year is the easiest year ever recorded in the history of easy schedules. Anyway, AIMS testing is this week, but I am not going because I have already passed all of my AIMS. For those of you who don't know what AIMS are, they stand for the "Arizona Institute for Measuring Standards." They really do not mean much outside of Arizona, but it's nice to know that I have at least met the educational standard....of the state with the lowest educational standards in the country. Nice. At least I get a free day from school. That's always a bonus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-8233703014642077380?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/8233703014642077380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=8233703014642077380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/8233703014642077380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/8233703014642077380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2009/02/beeng-seenur-is-ahsum.html' title='Beeng a seenur is ahsum!!!'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-7320038107602089660</id><published>2009-01-19T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:41:39.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, no clever title for this one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like I said, I can't be briliant ALL the time. So I'm pretty excited for this week, but no for any reason you might think. You see, I actually have to go to work this week. I have almost twenty hours, which is more than the past three weeks combined. And I kinda like getting money. I like it a lot, which is why I'm excited. And (insert Greek accent here) there you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been in San Francisco since Thursday and returns to us today (Monday). We are all very excited to see her and have missed her. Some of us, namely her oldest son whose blog you're reading, have been a bit jealous that she has gotten to enjoy the weather of the Bay area, but I can forgive her. She grew up there and it holds semtimental value for her. I just like the weather and being able to see the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday of last week, I went to the dentist, who happens to be in my ward, to get a cavity filled. This was not the funny part, that came after. You see, when he numbed me, he said it would wear off by about noon. Well, it didn't. I don't blame him at all, I was enjoying the sensation of having the entire right side of my mouth and tongue completely numb. Especially when I tried to stick out my tongue to see if it had swelled like I had felt it had. It stuck out off-center, veering to the right because I could not feel it enough to make it move equally. I got quite a kick out of it, and so did my friends when I told them about it. And now I'm sure my family will, too, now that they will have read this.&lt;br /&gt;Great. Another reason for them to tease me. Just what I need. Why do I always make it so easy for them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-7320038107602089660?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7320038107602089660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=7320038107602089660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/7320038107602089660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/7320038107602089660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-no-clever-title-for-this-one.html' title='Sorry, no clever title for this one'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-9016604563233119005</id><published>2008-12-17T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:25:37.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think that besides Thanksgiving, Christmas is my favorite time of year. Although the real meaning has been horribly distorted by the obscene amount of commercialism and materialism that seems to spontaenously seep from department stores , the overall feeling still makes itself known in the radio station that has been playing Christmas music since Novermber second, the first trip to the closet where all the decorations are kept, and the excitement and anticipation of being with family. Add to this the fact that school is done for the year (it sounds longer than the actual two weeks that we really have off) and its shaping up to be a merry season after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actuall get by quite easily this year, considering its my senior year in high school. I only have three final exams, and two of them are elective credits (choir and spanish) and the other is english, which I've got a pretty good handle on. My course load has not been exactly staggering this year, either. I take great joy in the fact that I can brag to my sisters about not having any homework - for three weeks straight. It's actually a running joke in my family. My mom will ask me "Mike, have any homework?" and I'll just look at her and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;One interesting thing, though, is my government class. It's called "We the People" and I love it. The class centers around the Constitution and how laws are interpreted and applied to our society, in the present as well as in contemporary times. The class goes to a mock debate at the congressional district level (in place of a final exam), and the top two schools from each district go to the State competition. My school happened to be one of them, and our state competition date is January ninth. I'm very excited to go and I feel reasonably prepared.&lt;br /&gt;My family is all doing well, although Katie may have stress fractures in her legs from playing basketball. We're still waiting for the lab results, but we hope it'll be good news. Lexi had her first choir concert on Thursday and she did very well. She is in the advanced "Chamber" choir and had an excellent performance. The beginning choir was, well, a bunch of beginners. That's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;The boys are also doing well. Nick had a trumpet solo (accompained by the piano) in his Jr. High band concert and was very good. Lucas had his Sixth grade Christmas concert as well and while he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there, he did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;So...I think that's everything. I hope you all (and by that I mean the maybe three people who read this) have a Merry Christmas and to please not get sucked in by the flashy commercials and deals that the stores are having. Also to remember that the actual reason we celebrate Christmas is in the name itself. Merry Christmas, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-9016604563233119005?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/9016604563233119005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=9016604563233119005' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/9016604563233119005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/9016604563233119005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-christmas-time.html' title='I Love Christmas Time'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-6451738722270612156</id><published>2008-11-29T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:26:10.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy cow Thanksgiving's Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How did this happen?! What happened to the "Spirit of Thanksgiving" and all the food? Oh, yeah, I forgot. The food is in our fridge (and will be for another two weeks), and while we were all very thankful for my mom for expertly cooking the food, nobody seemed to be thankful enough for the opportuntiy to wash dishes afterward. Weird, huh? But they got done, and I think there will be some excellent pictures on my mom's blog to give you an accurate representation of just how daunting the task of washing eighteen sets of dishes can be. But overall, we had a great time. My cousins and their parents came over, as well as grandparents from both sides of my family. We even had a fire pit in the street in our front yard, but the younger boys were supprisingly uninterested in it, in favor of those stupid, newfangled electronic devices (our Wii and the computer). Something just doesn't seem right when young boys won't gather 'round a fire and try to see how long they can hold their hands in the flames, or aren't throwing things in it. My mother was very disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have more news. I've been accepted into Arizona State University, as well as Nothern Arizona University. But something even more exciting happened, concerning ASU. I've been awarded the Provost Scholarship, a renewable scholarship valued at seven thousand five hundred dollars a year! When I opened the letter, I thought that they had made a mistake and that there was ANOTHER Michael Corbitt. But there's not, and I'm so excited. Now, I know that ASU is not BYU, but I only have six months after I graduate before I turn nineteen, and I was thinking of getting my general education done down here and then when I get back, I would apply to BYU and then finish my required years up there. Hey, should I ask my parents about this? Is this something that they would like to know about? Naw, I think a suprise would be more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-6451738722270612156?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6451738722270612156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=6451738722270612156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/6451738722270612156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/6451738722270612156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2008/11/holy-cow-thanksgivings-over.html' title='Holy cow Thanksgiving&apos;s Over!'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-8295606486422579474</id><published>2008-11-20T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:36:14.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy cow its already Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Well, at the behest of my mother, I have decided to post another entry. I feel like no time at all has passed since I have last posted, but then I saw the dates on my blog and was met with the shocking reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There is not much going on in my life at the present. I am enjoying school, mainly due to the fact that I have had little to no homework this entire year. Another reason is that I generally like to learn. Hey! Stop laughing back there! But seriously, I guess that my mom ate something very strange when she was pregnant with me to have instilled this trait in me, but its there. I especially enjoy my government class, We the People. It's a debate class based on Constitutional issues. We have a regional mock hearing coming up on December sixth, and we are very confident. This is only the second or third year that my school has offered this class, so we are fairly inexperienced compared to other schools, but again, we are confident that we'll do well at our competition.&lt;br /&gt;  My sister Lexi just finished performing in her school play, Shakespear's "Comedy of Errors." She was very good, and I was pleasantly suprised by how well the rest of the cast performed. Lexi rehearsed and practiced for about eight weeks and it paid off.&lt;br /&gt;  Katie, my other sister, made the varsity basketball team, and we are all very excited for her. This is her...third?...year playing basketball and she loves it, even of she comes home sore and bruised.&lt;br /&gt;  Nick and Luke are doing fine in school and with their respective instruments. Lucas just had a concert where he played very well for only beginning about a year ago. Nick is constantly "challenging" the other trumpeters in his band for first and second chair postitions and is very excited by the fact that he can usurp another student from the glory seat.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh yeah, I turned eighteen on Wednesday of last week. I felt so old, especially when I brought home a permisson slip from school for my mom to sign. When she wouldn't do it I started to explain what it was for, but then she said, "Michael, you're an adult now. I don't have to sign these anymore." It left me speechless for a second, but then I was elated at the realization. Add to that the fact that I got my own Costco membership card today, and I am feeling pretty good about my age. Who ever said that getting older was a bad thing? Wait, did I just see a gray hair?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-8295606486422579474?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/8295606486422579474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=8295606486422579474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/8295606486422579474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/8295606486422579474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2008/11/holy-cow-its-already-thanksgiving.html' title='Holy cow its already Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-4153882289310971406</id><published>2008-09-07T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:40:06.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School is in session</title><content type='html'>So this being my senior year in high school, I decided to take a break from the rigorous schedule that I had maintained throughout my first three years. I have five classes, and three of them are electives.  Here's the breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;   First Hour: Seminary. I am really excited to have this class for my first hour because it sets a great tone for the rest of the day. Also, I love my teacher, Bro. Stirling. We are studying the New Testament this year and I am anxious to learn about the life of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;   Second Hour: We the People. This is my government credit, but it is more focused on the Constitution and how laws are made. It also centers closely on debates and trials. I am excited for this class because first of all it seemed interesting, and second, it is taught by one of  my favorite teachers ever, Mr. Farrlley. He was my history teacher last year and I loved his classes, so I am incredibly glad to have him again.&lt;br /&gt;   Third Hour: Spanish. This is my third year of spanish, and second with this particular teacher, Senora Schell. She was my teacher last year and I learned so much from her that I wanted to continue on with my spanish education, even though it wasn't required. She is expecting a baby on the thirtieth of September, so she probably will not come back until around the Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;   Fourth Hour: Master Chorale. This is my choir class and I am greateful to have it. I was in the Jazz Ensemble last year and loved it, but I also wanted to be in the Master Chorale because of the kinds of songs they sang and what they did outside of school (festivals and competitions). This years teacher is different than last year, but I still like him. He is not a fun as last year's guy, but much more technical and better at telling us how to be better.&lt;br /&gt;   Fifth Hour: My english class, AP Literature, is really fun, but mostly because of the people in it. I have had this teacher for two years before this, and I really like her style and she tries to make her classes fun. I am not sure how I feel about the class yet, but I am hopeful. We do much reading and analyzing of characters and stuff that I don't even look for in a story, which adds to my consternation of the coursework.&lt;br /&gt;   After school I either go to work at Hot Dog On a Stick, or go home to do my homework, the latter of which seems to be strangely nonexistent as of late, and the former much more prevalent. I am not complaining though, it's more money for me.&lt;br /&gt;   I had the best feeling on my second day of school. Since I am a senior, I know tons of people. Well going to lunch after third hour, I literally said hello to about six different people. It was an awesome feeling! I felt popular for maybe the thrid time in my high school career.&lt;br /&gt;   So that is my day in a nutshell. Again, I apologize to my sister Katie for the inexcusable gap between this post and the one previous to this. I'm sure this ritual of me begging for my sister's forgiveness will be an ongoing process, so to the two of you besides Katie who read this, in the future, you can most likely just skip the last paragraph in every entry that I post. Sorry for the inconvience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-4153882289310971406?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/4153882289310971406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=4153882289310971406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/4153882289310971406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/4153882289310971406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-is-in-session.html' title='School is in session'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-654672870462167352</id><published>2008-07-25T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:01:19.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Activities (now that it's over)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, as you know, I am not a frequent blogger. A shock, I know. But occasionally, I do find the time to relate the events of my life. Like right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this summer I really did not do a great variety of things. I went to EFY in Provo and shared a room with my friend Brad. It was awesome. Our company name was "Able to bear it" and the people and counsellors were great. After that, my dad, brother Nick, and I went to Scout Camp while my sister went to Girls' Camp, just a few miles away. My dad and I has the prestigious title of "Camp Cook".  And we earned it. We made stuff like pancakes and eggs every morning, barbecued pork sandwhiches, and beef stew.&lt;br /&gt;I have been working very often this summer. I don''t mind much because I like my co-workers and I get paid for it, so it's nice. For those of you who don't know, I work at Hot Dog on a Stick. Ok, quit the giggles back there. I am actually realy excited because today I am learning how to open the store. I can already close down by myself, so once I learn how to open, I can do everything.&lt;br /&gt;I also have been going to summer school for my required computer class. I needed a semester of a computers class to graduate, and have never gotten around to doing it, so I got it done this summer. At first, I wanted to know if there was a way that I could test out of it and receive the credit anyway, but alas, there was not. So I had to endure four weeks of four hours a day, Monday through Thrusday of sitting in the computer lab, doing nothing because I had already finished the simple project the teacher had given us. But at least its over, and I got the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much brings you all up to speed (though I am not sure who &lt;em&gt;all of you&lt;/em&gt; are). So I'll see you all the next time that something cool happens to me and I wait forever to blog about it. That's just how I roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-654672870462167352?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/654672870462167352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=654672870462167352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/654672870462167352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/654672870462167352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-activities-now-that-its-over.html' title='Summer Activities (now that it&apos;s over)'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-8092629130220374260</id><published>2008-06-25T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:33:09.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging is an everyday thing?</title><content type='html'>Everybody knows that blogging is something that you do every couple of days, right? That was my perception of the idea, but evidently, I was wrong. I have just been informed by my sister, who is an extreme blogaholic, that a person with a blog should blog every day. Let me respond with the following statement: Nobody has a life interesting enough that they need to relate the events of their day every day. Nobody, save for celebrities, and they do not even have to worry about it because they have the paparazzi and tabloids to take care of that for them. So there. Pbbbth!&lt;br /&gt;  So last night, I had a couple of my buddies over and we held the first ever Virtual Olympics. We played the Wii. It was really fun, we had an awesome tennis match, then some bowling. I also tried my skill at boxing, and to my chagrin, I awoke this morning with my arms and shoulders groaning in protest from the workout. I tell you, if everybody played the Wii, gyms and personal trainers would go out of business.&lt;br /&gt;  Well, that is all that I have to say about that. See, for people like me, blogging is just something to fill the hours. I don't have tons to write about, but Ilike putting my opinion out there. Now I get to go swimming, which I could not do last night like I wanted to because the stupid community pools were closed. But they are open now, so my family and I are going now. I feel like I should leave you all with some sort of saying or clever quote, but I cannot think of one, so I will just write about something later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-8092629130220374260?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/8092629130220374260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=8092629130220374260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/8092629130220374260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/8092629130220374260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogging-is-everyday-thing.html' title='Blogging is an everyday thing?'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-757266610390971166</id><published>2008-06-11T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:38:50.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no....whatever. You know what I mean.</title><content type='html'>So, in response to the numerous calls for a new post (most from my mother and sister) I have conceded to take the time to scribe the recent events that have occured in my life. Yes, I am still practicing my higher vocabulary, for high school ended not but three weeks ago. Sorry, I am done.&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I attended a wedding for the daughter of a woman whom my mother works with. It was a great ceremony and the reception was wonderful. The bride looked beautiful and the groom had the classic bemused, happy I'm-not-quite-sure-what-just-happened look. At the reception, my family and I got a table that was unobtrusive and out of the way in the corner. Our plans at not being noticed were ruined when the head waited said that we were to be the first to eat. D'oh! Oh well. The food was really good, chicken parmesian (YES!) and spaghetti and meatballs. Another interesting point was when the waiters were walking around serving sparkling cider to the kids and champagne to the older folks, guess which one I was served? Yep, the alcoholic version. It kind of made me feel cool, but the yeasty smell got to me after a while.&lt;br /&gt;    Today (Wednesday) I was watching Pride and Prejudice (the one with Keira Knightley) with my sister Lexi and it made me feel good that we could understand all the verbal spears that the characters throw at each other. Yeah for intelligence!&lt;br /&gt;     And that leads up to now, so as I have nothing else to blog about, I must say adieu, to you and you and you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-757266610390971166?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/757266610390971166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=757266610390971166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/757266610390971166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/757266610390971166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-time-nowhatever-you-know-what-i.html' title='Long time, no....whatever. You know what I mean.'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-7300854943263393096</id><published>2008-05-20T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:56:49.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more day...</title><content type='html'>I only have one more half-day of school for this year, and I cannot wait for it to be over. I have a final exam in Pre-Calculus, and that is it because I took the AP United States History test, and that takes the place of my final in that class. I am so glad that I took that test, because I cannot take any more finals. Isn't it strange how I can have A's in all of my other classes &lt;em&gt;except&lt;/em&gt; for math? I hate that. I am especially annoyed when there is someone who is younger than you and he is so much better at math than you. That really bothers me. Isn't there always someone like that. I mean, that's cool for them, and I hope that they do something to help the world and everything, but could you just learn in an all-advanced class please? That would make the rest of us older failures much happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-7300854943263393096?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7300854943263393096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=7300854943263393096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/7300854943263393096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/7300854943263393096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-one-more-day.html' title='Just one more day...'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280140570291479749.post-4956813801687938996</id><published>2008-05-19T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:11:49.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>So this is my first attempt at anything computer related that is unassociated with school, and I am incredibly excited. I have that feeling that we get when we are little kids and our parents ask us to help them with some menial task because they are either too lazy or want to make us feel good, and we feel like we have accomplished some insurmountable task and that we deserve a cookie. Yes, long-winded but bear with me. As I have said, this is my first attempt, so you will just have to be patient with me until I can get it to look all nice and presentable.&lt;br /&gt;    After all, Rome wasn't built in a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280140570291479749-4956813801687938996?l=lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/feeds/4956813801687938996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6280140570291479749&amp;postID=4956813801687938996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/4956813801687938996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280140570291479749/posts/default/4956813801687938996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtomichael.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Life According to Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05020472813045316338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DbeLhsdHvE0/SU8W26HPfEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZR6n6YXJfmo/S220/Katie%27s+Camera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
