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 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1873</link>
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 <title>self evaulation</title>
 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1872</link>
 <description>This semester has been a pretty interesting semester as far as writing goes. The narrative was a lot of fun to write and pretty cool to work though. I blogged a lot more the second half of the semester, whether it be adding extra journal entries or just comment on my classmates work. I understood and retained many different methods of evaluating and revising different kinds of drafts.</description>
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 <title>The choice to live</title>
 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1860</link>
 <description>God I love this. This is why I’m alive, this is what life is all about. Screw that greedy family, screw that overbearing boss, screw that cubicle. “Screw that cubicle!” The echo of my scream made me proud that I was alone. This was the first time I had been truly alone, truly alone with my thoughts, with only my needs. This moment of clarity brought to my attention the sobering fact that I was unhappy. The weight of life had come down and grounded my free soaring spirit. Life had created a new me, one that I had grown to hate, one that I never thought I would see, a conformist. I couldn’t care about any of that now. Life was behind me, in a world that didn’t exist out here. Out here life is to real to notice anything else. I Surveyed my task.</description>
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 <title>end of the semester</title>
 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1840</link>
 <description>wow this semester really flew by in a hurry. I remember the begining just like it was yesterday. I started out as a little wet nose freshmen having no idea how to get where I needed to go. I got lost so many times in that first month of school that I had no idea what was going on. I would have to leave at least 30 minutes before each one of my classes started in order to make it on tome.</description>
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 <title>cold weather</title>
 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1803</link>
 <description>I love cold weather. It is so nice at night time when it's like 40 degrees and you get to wear winter clothes. I'm from Fort Lauderdale and I don't really get to experience the cold weather that much. Sometimes it gets cold during the morning but it definitley pulls right back up to 75 or 80 degrees as soon as the sun gets up in the air.</description>
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 <title>fiction</title>
 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1802</link>
 <description>God i hate reading short story by authors that think they are just so smart and original. An author will try to write a story in a new and innovatove fashion and they'll end up just screwing it up. They try to make the story original and they end up just confusing the reader.</description>
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 <title>climbing (close to final)</title>
 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1795</link>
 <description>God I love this. This is why I’m alive, this is what life is all about. Screw that greedy family, screw that overbearing boss, screw that cubicle. “Screw that cubicle!” The echo of my scream made me proud that I was alone. This was the first time I had been truly alone, truly alone with my thoughts, with only my needs. It took this for me to realize that I wasn’t happy and hadn’t been happy in a long time. None of that mattered now the only thing that matters now is the rock and me climbing it.</description>
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 <title>home</title>
 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1727</link>
 <description>College is a lot of fun. It's awesome to be able to hang out with 40000 people that are all within 4 years of my age. But tallahassee is sin city. More so then vegas.I can't wait to go home, To see my mom and my dad. To have home cooked meals to see all my friends and sleep in my own bed.</description>
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 <title>p.memo climbing 1000 words</title>
 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1722</link>
 <description>Not much new on this one. I just sort of finished the story up. i think that my ending may have been a little rushed. I could proabbly be more descriptive in my final draft. Overall I like my ending I don't think that it's that bad. I could use a little help with the wording, but I think I'll get it towards the end. I really like the way the story ends with the guy changing his lifestyle. I hate reading a story where nothing changes at the end. it really annoys me when everyone just goes back to the way that they were before you even read it.</description>
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 <title>climbing 1000 words</title>
 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1721</link>
 <description>God I love this. This is why I’m alive, this is what life is all about. Screw that greddy family, screw that overbearing boss, screw that cubicle. “Screw that cubicle!” The echo of my scream made me proud that I was alone. This was the first time I had been truly alone, truly alone with my thoughts, with only my needs. It took this for me to realize that I wasn’t happy and hadn’t been happy in a long time. None of that mattered now the only thing that matters now is the rock and me climbing it.</description>
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 <title>Boston!</title>
 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1653</link>
 <description>This weekend is went to Boston. It was the most fun I've had in a long time. Bean town is a great place. The people are nice the town is beautiful, and everything is really expensive. I had the most amazing time looking around this beautiful city.</description>
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 <title>snap judgement</title>
 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1623</link>
 <description>I swear to God if anyone makes another snap judgement about me I'm going to snap. Just because I'm in a fraternity I get judged by the way my brothers act.  I guess I should of expected that when I joined.</description>
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 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1591</link>
 <description>I love writing creative stories! It was a lo harder though. Writing a story in first person is kind of challenging because you have to put yourself in the chracters shoes. I had to think to myself what would I be feeling if I was in this chraceters shoes. I liked this draft a lot because I think I did a better job of explainng my character. You actually gt to understand where he was coming from. I also liked this draft because I put more action into it. It show more of what the chracters doing at the time the story takes place</description>
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 <title>climbing</title>
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 <description>God I love this. This is why I’m alive, this is what life is all about. Screw that greddy family, screw that overbearing boss, screw that cubicle. “Screw that cubicle!” The echo of my scream made me proud that I was alone. This was the first time I had been truly alone, truly alone with my thoughts, with only my needs. It took this for me to realize that I wasn’t happy and hadn’t been happy in a long time. None of that mattered now the only thing that matters now is the rock and me climbing it.</description>
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 <link>http://cyberdash.net/celfa03/node/view/1517</link>
 <description>one of the hardest things I've found about being on your own is taking care of yourself. I am constantly sick. between the sleepless nights and constant partying it is hard to take proper care of your body.</description>
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