<?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-11530630</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:38:07.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! ok this is a real blog.</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey my last blog i didn't like. Stuff changes and not evrything on there can be changed so heres my new one. I love high school, I love being eighteen, and I love the people around me. Wow thats alot of luven. COME AND GET IT! HA HA HA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11530630.post-114551258024436173</id><published>2006-04-19T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:56:20.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I did somthing that is raising HELL literally.</title><content type='html'>So in the last few months I'v done it all broken up with my girlfriend because I didn't want to gett hurt, then got back with her, demanded a little more along the lines of trust and faithfullness and then she asked the other guy she liked to the one dance I had been waiting for all year, the chance for her to show me she loves me. I couldn't take it got jealouse and she broke up with me. By the dance i could have not cared more who she was with because I was with three college girls and over the time period of the entire dance I didn't dance with the same girl twice. I had a blast and "got around" I really liked being able to flirt and hit on any girl I wanted but I still missed having someone to hold because I want to protect her not because I enjoyed being so close to her physicly. So I talked to People and learned who liked me so I could start a new relationship, I wanted to take care of some one and treat them better than any one else, I wanted to say this is my girl like I used to, I would start over all agian by biulding her up and making her know that she was beutiful and to give her comfidence like I had once done. I forgot about my old Girlfriend and was enjoying the new relationship but it didn't have the bestfriend-you-mean-more-to-me-than-anything feel about it. Then one day I got a call from my ex-girlfriend, Reluctantly I answered the phone, I didn't want to get hurt agian and I didn't want to get told off agian but I answered it anywise. She asked me to come see her, I took my time and by the time I got over to her house she had to leave but I want everyone to know she did not grovel she did not beg she didn't even ask for me to take her back she honestly just wanted to tell me she was sorry, and that she gave up somthing she never really appriciated, I know that she hurt me really bad and that she took from me a part of my senior year I will never experience but I love her so I didn't take her back. A few days later I walked into dairyqueen forgetting that she worked there. We had small talk, but I knew that there was no way anything could keep us apart. Not even death can stop true love and I know that Alyse and i have somthing that will last forever. She told me there and then that she wished she could do it agian and Have only ONE! Me! I was so happy but still verry caustiouse I didn't want her to jump into anything too fast. I told her to prove it and she did, The first week went by and I never called her, I didn't want to give myself back to her, she hurt me, so she was the one making ammends. Two weeks went by and she was calling me on a regular basis. I called her to make sure she knew I was still interested. One day She came up to my house and my Familly stongly disliked her. It blew up in our faces, I was chewed out by my dad after I stuck up for her and My mom didn't talk to me for a few weeks, and My sisters still aviod me, but it is worth it. A best friends deserves that. A few days later I let my Dad know that I was going to Date who I liked and that If he was going to stand between Alyse and I, I was going to leave. He agreed that he had no place in telling what to do and he backed off. Later that day my sister and I got in a querel and my dad defended my sister, it ended when I recieved a blow to the jaw and stood there not sticking back but standing my ground and reminded him of what I told him, and what we agreed on. He dropped it as I did and We have been on good terms ever sence. I would do anything for Alyse but I still wasn't ready to gett back into a relationship. I waited another week or so and our relationship grew along with her impatienceness of me not doing anything. I was almost ready but now waiting for the right time to complete what I have worked so hard to keep. I told her to be patient and On April 7 2006 I asked her to prom. While I was at it I asked her to be my one and only, girlfriend. I won't have a girlfriend who flirts with other guys because I don't flirt with other girls and I think that when you have a comitment you should keep it. If a girl wants to hold my hand she had better not be sharing that with anyone else. I treat alyse like a Queen ask her yourself, because she is so special, I want her to be happy and I am willing to do almost anything to give her that. She is amazing and Definentily my best friend. &lt;br /&gt;   Notice the Date on which I asked her out, Now we have been together almost a month and she getts impatient with me somtimes because it is hard for me to trust, but we are happy and most of my high school dreams are happeneing. There are those who refuse to talk to me beacuse I got back together with Alyse but that is there loss, I want to spend my senior year with my freinds and some friends are so cuaght up in the drama they are not allowing that to happen. Some of my friends let there wants get in the way of our friendship and can't gett over the fact that I just want to be friends and Some friends have come even closerlike Jake Joe Jared and Mckray, My dad wants Joe to manage a burger shop in springdale and all my friends to work here this summer. I want all my friends to take the best oppertunities and I hope that the oppertunities are near me so I can stay close to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;   Alyse is going to Dixie and I'm going to SUU but I trust her, I know that she knows what she has and that she would not put our relationship in the same position were it means so little. I love you Alyse and I want all my friends to be my friends.&lt;br /&gt;    _Wesley-&lt;br /&gt;       -GUPPY_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11530630-114551258024436173?l=wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114551258024436173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11530630&amp;postID=114551258024436173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/114551258024436173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/114551258024436173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-did-somthing-that-is-raising-hell.html' title='So I did somthing that is raising HELL literally.'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11530630.post-112875405484330517</id><published>2005-10-07T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:47:34.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Year Mark ! ! !</title><content type='html'>So how is everyone? We'll as you may have geust after tonight my life at the moment is wonderfull. Alyse and I have been together for one year now, as of Friday October 7, 2005. Does anyone think it is strang that I remember things like this, most of the time guys forget and their, um... partner for lack of better word, gets mad. Well I can honestly say I have enjoyed every moment of it and would not for anything, change anything that has happened. I am very proud of Alyse and I know that I can trust and depend on her. &lt;br /&gt;   We didn't know what to do on our aniversarry so we spent some time and talked about it, We decided we would go bowling and have dinner at a really cool restruant, Then we would go to the game.&lt;br /&gt;   First things first, I had to get her somthing for the ocasion. I got her a sterling silver charm braclet with a music note charm on it, and every year we are together I will get her another charm. I liked the Idea. she got me a really nice nife with a really cool eagle on it. I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;   Next was the bowling. All know she is a  little broken and can't use her right hand, but that didn't stop her from bowling. We decided we would both play left handed to make it fare. I would not tell her how much the braclet was so we decided the loser would tell the other what thier gift cost first. I did not cheat But I had to win, I beat her with 86 pionts and her just a few behind at like 76. &lt;br /&gt;   Then we went to dinner at Ted and Allens. That place was cool and the food was great. We both had shrimp, Yum Yum. We left and went to the game wich was really cool. it was our last pep game because we are both seniors, it was almost sad. There was alot of looking back today. &lt;br /&gt;   As I look back I have seen a llot and done more than most, not all my crazy expieriences were with Alyse. Some were with other freinds but friends who I would not have with out her. She has opened opertunities I could not have had on My own, Maybe someday I will blog a list of them all, but thats another story. Well to Alyse I thank for all she does and to my friends I thank for the support, To Mckray I thank for understanding that night (at the football Game). Well remember no matter who your with "Be excellent to each other."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Wes- All warm and fuzzy inside ! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11530630-112875405484330517?l=wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112875405484330517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11530630&amp;postID=112875405484330517' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/112875405484330517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/112875405484330517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-year-mark_112875405484330517.html' title='The One Year Mark ! ! !'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11530630.post-112875404072824554</id><published>2005-10-07T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:47:32.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Year Mark ! ! !</title><content type='html'>So how is everyone? We'll as you may have geust after tonight my life at the moment is wonderfull. Alyse and I have been together for one year now, as of Friday October 7, 2005. Does anyone think it is strang that I remember things like this, most of the time guys forget and their, um... partner for lack of better word, gets mad. Well I can honestly say I have enjoyed every moment of it and would not for anything, change anything that has happened. I am very proud of Alyse and I know that I can trust and depend on her. &lt;br /&gt;   We didn't know what to do on our aniversarry so we spent some time and talked about it, We decided we would go bowling and have dinner at a really cool restruant, Then we would go to the game.&lt;br /&gt;   First things first, I had to get her somthing for the ocasion. I got her a sterling silver charm braclet with a music note charm on it, and every year we are together I will get her another charm. I liked the Idea. she got me a really nice nife with a really cool eagle on it. I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;   Next was the bowling. All know she is a  little broken and can't use her right hand, but that didn't stop her from bowling. We decided we would both play left handed to make it fare. I would not tell her how much the braclet was so we decided the loser would tell the other what thier gift cost first. I did not cheat But I had to win, I beat her with 86 pionts and her just a few behind at like 76. &lt;br /&gt;   Then we went to dinner at Ted and Allens. That place was cool and the food was great. We both had shrimp, Yum Yum. We left and went to the game wich was really cool. it was our last pep game because we are both seniors, it was almost sad. There was alot of looking back today. &lt;br /&gt;   As I look back I have seen a llot and done more than most, not all my crazy expieriences were with Alyse. Some were with other freinds but friends who I would not have with out her. She has opened opertunities I could not have had on My own, Maybe someday I will blog a list of them all, but thats another story. Well to Alyse I thank for all she does and to my friends I thank for the support, To Mckray I thank for understanding that night (at the football Game). Well remember no matter who your with "Be excellent to each other."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Wes- All warm and fuzzy inside ! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11530630-112875404072824554?l=wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112875404072824554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11530630&amp;postID=112875404072824554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/112875404072824554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/112875404072824554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-year-mark.html' title='The One Year Mark ! ! !'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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-11530630.post-111926870159550324</id><published>2005-06-20T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T04:58:21.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey summers not as bad as i thought it would be !</title><content type='html'>Hey I thought summer was going to be horibly long and I wouldn't get to do anything fun, Well i'll tell you what I was wrong, I had so much fun in cali andall those other crazy things i've done. I really missed alyse while she was gone to drumm major camp, but she's back now and everything is better. I had an awsome date Saterday, Devin and I had been planen it for a while so we were totally sooped for it. We started out the date by meeting at my house, Devin had to wotk till five so we left without him, so lindsey Alyse and I left to pine creek in zion where we swam and "tanned" for five hours. That was awsome, we came back and still in swimmen suits all showered together in my shower, For all those who don't know I don't have the biggest shower in the world. It was crazzy, cool but crazzy, and tonz of fun. Then we whent to the deli for ice cream. Oh ya Devin was there by then. We traveled to the O.C. tanner ampatheater in Spring dale where like half the band was waiting to see MOOSBUTTER, Y A Y ! ! !. It was sooo cool. then Devin invited them to my house after the consert and they siad OK. cool I know except the fact that it took them so long some of us went back to see where they were, they were still at the theater so they chilled with them there for a while, they ended up not comeing to my house but some of us got cool stuff signed. Anywise it was totally fun, I really miss school and not becuase I like school but becuase I get to be with and see those people who meen so much to me every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well have a good summer Band camp starts soon. YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Wes, ready for band camp to start any day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Parts of our date were left out only in consideration of the sanity of those who read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11530630-111926870159550324?l=wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111926870159550324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11530630&amp;postID=111926870159550324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111926870159550324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111926870159550324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-summers-not-as-bad-as-i-thought-it.html' title='Hey summers not as bad as i thought it would be !'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11530630.post-111737150845286412</id><published>2005-05-29T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T05:58:28.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The super-dee dooper-dee coolest day ever!</title><content type='html'>So basiclly I spent all day saturday with not just my girlfriend but her hole familly, and not just her familly but her hole extended familly. It was freaking awsome. I arived at the familly reunion just in time for lunch where I met everybody, and then we jumped in a huge blow up jumping house thing. I had tons of fun, we made taffy and watched water base ball. alyse wanted to play ecxept when we got over there she decided she didn't so we watched. It was fun, her uncles and cousins kept sprayen us with the hose. After that we went back to the house for a wile where Alyse did my hiar. I helped get dinner ready and took it over to the park. Then I remembered I had to get my truck washed so I took the truck over to the car wash just before dinner. By the thime I had gotten back they had started but I still got my share. Then we sang songs and talked about thier ansestors, it was cool. We had cookies and I took Adam and Eric home. (Only because Adam couldn't behave.) Alyse didn't feel good so we started a movie while her brother cleaned up, I had to leave but I told Alyse to go to bed that she needed rest to get better, I hope she did, I don't want a sick girlfriend while were in cali. Yay WERE GOING TO CALI SOON!&lt;br /&gt;   So basicly it was the coolest thing ever, I have to thank Alyse for inviteing me. Her familly is so special, I don't know what I would do with out them. So many fun things happened that it's hard to remember them all and even harder to put them inbto words but I tried and I just want everyone to know how much Alyse means to me, She is my best friend and one of the few people who have gotten into my heart. Thanks Alyse luv ya lots.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   -Wes, so happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. you don't have to do somthing crazzy to have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11530630-111737150845286412?l=wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111737150845286412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11530630&amp;postID=111737150845286412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111737150845286412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111737150845286412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/super-dee-dooper-dee-coolest-day-ever.html' title='The super-dee dooper-dee coolest day ever!'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11530630.post-111406579725480532</id><published>2005-04-20T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:43:17.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are always better ways to solve thigs.</title><content type='html'>I'm in a funny mood so don't read this unless your in a funny mood, it will make more sense if you are. It is not to be taken on a seriouse note.&lt;br /&gt;   Lately I have been um, how to say it... NOT BLOGGING. Ok i'm back. So things that have past that I probably should have written about. We did several things in Band and other music oriented areas, and We did the whole Prom thing. I had been pondering what to Say about Prom. I wanted to write on it but I couldn't find the time and most importantly, the words. They're lost. I wanted to write something long but i'll sum it up. I had tons of fun and made good friends better friends. This was my first formal and I had a BLAST. Oh yah, Alyse looked incredible. You know she usually looks pretty good, but that night,... oops, I got lost somewhere in a dream and drooled on my computer. Ya she looked super good. I was like... Facial expression... Mouth drops open and eyes fall out. It was trooly amazing. But thats not why I am writing tonight. I just had a most intesting conversation with my father.&lt;br /&gt;   It started with him kicking me off the phone. Then I was mad and he was mad, and the hole thing exploded. I won't go into detial becuase then you would have to clean the blood and guts off your screen. No it didn't get bloody or too violent. It was almost funny. anyways we could have totally handled it better, but he reacted and i reacted and neether of us was thinking rashonally. &lt;br /&gt;   I have noticed that even when you stop to think about stuff that you have to do, afterwards you relize you could have done soo much better if you had done this or that. I think that tonight could have gone better and there could have been much less "meen-word-usage", if the atmosphere of the room would have been less tense. &lt;br /&gt;   Ok so here it is, we can't always control everything around us, but depending on how we react, the outcome of the situation can always be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wes- ps to jill and joe, I hope i didn't offend you, tonight has just been tense and really rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. to all, the sky is blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11530630-111406579725480532?l=wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111406579725480532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11530630&amp;postID=111406579725480532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111406579725480532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111406579725480532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-are-always-better-ways-to-solve.html' title='There are always better ways to solve thigs.'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11530630.post-111276996419028770</id><published>2005-04-05T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:46:04.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately! (Is that how you spell it?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok so lately everything has ben really different. Things have changed alot. I don't know what to think. First of all there is this girl, ya I don't know what she wants. She never tells me, well so I'll let her make the moves and then i'll respond. then there is my "job", I took this job I don't want and now the boss needs me and I felt bad for quiting so soon so I told him I would work untill he could find someone to take my place and I have no idea how long that could be. Then there are these two guys. One won't tell my whats really going on and the other has major isues and is acting dumb. Come on Zach just ask someone to Prom. We need you. It's late at night and I just got back from work so I'm going to bed. well luve yalls guts&lt;br /&gt; _wes the bussyness.&lt;br /&gt;         We threw away my darkness and now were working on killing my lightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS if anyone is looking for a job, the switchback in Springdale is hiring at 6.50 an hour. not bad, just go apply if you want a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. If any one would sell there time, i needs lots more of it. there aren't enouph hours in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Yay, I posted finally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11530630-111276996419028770?l=wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111276996419028770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11530630&amp;postID=111276996419028770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111276996419028770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111276996419028770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/lately-is-that-how-you-spell-it.html' title='Lately! (Is that how you spell it?)'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11530630.post-111187826993609844</id><published>2005-03-26T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T15:04:29.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's this girl! (wonder who)</title><content type='html'>Ok so there is this girl who means alot to me. Once we tried the hole boyfreind girl friend thing and it really didn't work. We weren't ready for eachother, or for anybody at that matter. We were only like fifteen. Ok thats not the piont. We share lots of great experiences together and we have come to respect each other. She has set some standards, I have come to know and respect these standards. I want to do better because she has set these standards. Dose that make sence.&lt;br /&gt; Ok Example, She wants to marry a retuned missionary. This makes me want to be a missionary, and to be a missionary I have to set my standards really high. Well, she builds me up and if she ever wanted me to change for the better I would. I hope she knows this and I want her to feel that anything she feels that needs to be done should be and I wil go along with it. &lt;br /&gt;   So because she whants to marry a returned missionary I will live better to make sure I make it, and have a chance at her. I think that becuase I did this she would also make it fiar for me and give me a little time to adjust AND get back. well it wouldn't matter, because whats right will happen as long as its right. I just hope she'll give me that chance. I hope I meen as much to her as she dose to me and that she will keep her standards high. Do you know whats its like when someone want's you to do something and then doesn't do it. Ok i'm getting off the subject, back on now. Alyse has always wanted me to, and helped me to, do what is good, I hope she doesn't ever change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wes, totally pumped after a great day with my girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11530630-111187826993609844?l=wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111187826993609844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11530630&amp;postID=111187826993609844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111187826993609844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111187826993609844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/theres-this-girl-wonder-who.html' title='There&apos;s this girl! (wonder who)'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11530630.post-111181612631050000</id><published>2005-03-25T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T21:48:46.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay I got it done!</title><content type='html'>Ok so Alyse went to Preferance with Keaton so she could go to Prom with me. So I'm told. Well I asked her today, Friday. I had planned it for a week or two and had everything ready. Everyone and thier dog knew about it and she had no Idea. Well, so I took 250 balloons. I skipped school and it took me three hours to blow them all up. Wow, talk about a job. I took all the balloons and put them in her room. The room was FULL! I placed a clue in one balloon and she had to fallow thw clue from place to place untill she had all the clues. It was great, she thought I had gone home but I had fallowed her arouond and when she got to the end I was there and We whent bowling. It was fun. Now I await my answer. If it is a yes I will know she really whanted to go, but if she says no It's a bad sign. Thanks Alyse, I'm waiting for your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wesley Dennett.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11530630-111181612631050000?l=wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111181612631050000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11530630&amp;postID=111181612631050000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111181612631050000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111181612631050000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/yay-i-got-it-done.html' title='Yay I got it done!'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11530630.post-111148988702741635</id><published>2005-03-22T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T03:11:27.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey it's early!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have this waking dream. Wow, I just siad waking dream, creapy. Anywise, I woke up this morning and couldn't go back to bed. I got up and checked my Emial and desided to do some homework. Didn't get to much homework done but I got to read many other peoples blogs. Well heres mine it's almost four in the morning and i've been up for almost an hour. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, I haven't had alot of time to write in my blogs and many other posts never got put on my blog, but now at four in the morning i'm posting. &lt;br /&gt;   Spring break was great! I think the parade we did was one of our best. For those that weren't there, you suck, unless you had a good reason and sleeping in is not a good reason. Anywho, I think Alyse would make a great drummajor, and not because she's my girlfreind. She did a great job. Do you think Steve would have done a better job at those firedrills we did. I don't! Alyse has an energy about her that would make her a great drummajor.&lt;br /&gt;   I've heard Joe wants to try for it too. That would be cool too. I hope Mo doesn't decide who is drummajor by things that have happened in the past, but by what could happen in the future by choseing the more quallified person. Joe would make a good drummajor, he's loud, thats for sure. And he's does know lots about music. I'm not going to say who I want to get the position. This is a blog and I don't what to put out anything that might offend anyone else, so I just hope Mo can chose not by his preferance but by who could make our band better. I hope one of them get it. Maybe we could have two drummajors, just a thought, won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks,&lt;br /&gt;  -Wes- The guy who,... wait what time is it? wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11530630-111148988702741635?l=wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111148988702741635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11530630&amp;postID=111148988702741635' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111148988702741635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111148988702741635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-its-early.html' title='Hey it&apos;s early!'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11530630.post-111113265280949779</id><published>2005-03-18T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T23:57:32.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best day EVER!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I never realy feel like i fit in. no big deal, you kow everyone just blows me off sometimes. alot of people say you don't know, you havn't been here long enouph, or you weren't here before, you don't know. I would like to know somtimes! well some people have stepped into my past. My past wasn't spent with the people i live with now. I spent my past in some other place that no one cares about so I feel left out. But somthing amzing happened today, well yesterday because its 12:45 at night or in the morning. O well, Alyse and Devin and I went back to my home town boulder city Nevada. We spent only a few hours there but it was nice I got to show someone my world. It may not be that great for them but I have alot of experiences there. You may not want to read this but for those that do, thanks. My past means alot to me. People make fun of me somtimes when I talk about it and when I try to be part of other people past I can't. Frusrtation! Well We got to boulder and we picked up my sisters friend who we were taking back up here. We didn't want to have to drive in rush hour trafic so we were looking for somthing to do. Devin and I ran across the street to this park where we were swiging on the swings and these three little kids show up. They were probable only five or six and we started swinging them on the swings. It was so cool. Then we played tag and we ran around with these kids who were only five or six playing tag and tickling each other. We takled Alyse and tickled her and we chased eachother around. The kids kept stealing our hats. We played with these kids for hours. Just to let people know Devin is a great guy. I've never senn anyone act so cool around kids. He played baseball with them and made them luaph. It was amazing. Theses kids names were Tanner, Jay and Jessy. We may never see them agian but they impacted our lives and we probalby impacted thiers. They are probable best friends now and maybe they will grow up to be nice to little kids too. IT WAS SO TOTALLY COOL!!! anywise I have the best girlfriend ever. heck yes&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Alyse and Devin, you don't know what it meant to me. You spent time with me in a place that no one has carred about or even thought about in years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck yes, My friends are the coolest ever.&lt;br /&gt;~Wes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11530630-111113265280949779?l=wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111113265280949779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11530630&amp;postID=111113265280949779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111113265280949779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11530630/posts/default/111113265280949779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wesleysnewblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/best-day-ever.html' title='The best day EVER!'/><author><name>GUPPY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288095341008404602</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
