<?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-1337369395699297235</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:06:40.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J.Basye</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J.Basye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17987905957673829483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SAgOVB7-TKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jAet1h42Ks/S220/n779295789_107152_5956+redo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337369395699297235.post-7107682266665040941</id><published>2009-05-14T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:42:18.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to talk about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SgyZn7sJtjI/AAAAAAAAABM/eT3qFAtjzyM/s1600-h/google.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SgyZn7sJtjI/AAAAAAAAABM/eT3qFAtjzyM/s400/google.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335808569844020786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sitting here when I should be doing a spanish project but instead writing a blog and it got me thinking.  So I googled "good things to talk about" and it came up with a ton of results but all of them were about relationships and what to talk about while on the phone with a girl.  And this got me thinking... 1) If you have to google what to talk about then she probably isnt the right girl for you.  But more importantly it blew my mind how many people there were that did use that.  I just feel like society today does not know how to have correct relationships.  There are people at my school who "break up" and then "go-out" again within the course of one week.  It just does not make any sense to me at all.  And on top of that their friends are telling them they go well together like thats acceptable.  It just bugs me a lot to see people behave so differently from what the bible says to do in a relationship and then me and my friends who have christian relationships get pushed away like we are the ones in bad relationships.  Im not really mad about it I just feel like I wish I could fix it so no one ever has a bad relationship again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older; then it dawned on me... they're cramming for their final exam.&lt;br /&gt;George Carlin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something seems missing from this so ill probably be back comment if you think of something.... thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j.basye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1337369395699297235-7107682266665040941?l=jbasye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/feeds/7107682266665040941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1337369395699297235&amp;postID=7107682266665040941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/7107682266665040941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/7107682266665040941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-to-talk-about.html' title='Things to talk about...'/><author><name>J.Basye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17987905957673829483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SAgOVB7-TKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jAet1h42Ks/S220/n779295789_107152_5956+redo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SgyZn7sJtjI/AAAAAAAAABM/eT3qFAtjzyM/s72-c/google.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337369395699297235.post-6262566207039123025</id><published>2009-02-16T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:09:08.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the God factor</title><content type='html'>I am going to go back to my Biology class again for this post. We are learning about DNA still, but in particular we are learning about how bacteria and viruses transmit DNA. As we are studying it my teacher keeps saying that we(being scientists in general) don't fully understand how a certain mechanism works or what causes that something else to happen. As we were discussing things, on the paper in front of me I realized how perfect it all fit together. I mean we know what goes in and what comes out but we don't fully understand why it does. And to me that made me feel like God is the only one who could even comprehend it. Maybe we aren't really given one hundred completely random DNA from our parents but God actually chooses it for us. Since we don't see God actually choosing it we never fully comprehend it. It is just to awesome and amazing for us to define in our view of science.  So from now on anything in life or in science that I don't understand is going to be called the God factor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1337369395699297235-6262566207039123025?l=jbasye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/feeds/6262566207039123025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1337369395699297235&amp;postID=6262566207039123025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/6262566207039123025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/6262566207039123025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-factor.html' title='the God factor'/><author><name>J.Basye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17987905957673829483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SAgOVB7-TKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jAet1h42Ks/S220/n779295789_107152_5956+redo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337369395699297235.post-2850282360300424283</id><published>2009-02-16T17:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:41:58.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School vs. Life</title><content type='html'>“The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson.”&lt;br /&gt;-Tom Bodett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1337369395699297235-2850282360300424283?l=jbasye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/feeds/2850282360300424283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1337369395699297235&amp;postID=2850282360300424283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/2850282360300424283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/2850282360300424283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-vs-life.html' title='School vs. Life'/><author><name>J.Basye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17987905957673829483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SAgOVB7-TKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jAet1h42Ks/S220/n779295789_107152_5956+redo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337369395699297235.post-7993161581862328664</id><published>2009-02-02T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:38:47.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>So we are watching a movie in AP biology right now about two scientists Watson and Crick who are trying to find the structure of DNA.  The movie takes place right after WWII and the two scientists end up winning the nobel prize for their work.  Anyways one of them says "true satisfaction doesnt come from know the answer, it comes from knowing why it is the answer."  This was such an awesome quote and it really put into perspective everything in my life.  I have always wanted to know everything in my future, but now I realize to understand why I want that I have to see it in my past.  It is was truly defines me and has put me on the path I am on now.  It was like I got to see how God probably sees my life.  He knows why I am doing anything before I even know I will do it.  I also realized that sometimes it is better to take things slower to fully enjoy them and understand why they heppened.  Only then can you fully understand where and why your life is going in a certain direction...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1337369395699297235-7993161581862328664?l=jbasye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/feeds/7993161581862328664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1337369395699297235&amp;postID=7993161581862328664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/7993161581862328664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/7993161581862328664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-satisfaction.html' title='True Satisfaction'/><author><name>J.Basye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17987905957673829483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SAgOVB7-TKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jAet1h42Ks/S220/n779295789_107152_5956+redo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337369395699297235.post-3239709843452270580</id><published>2009-01-07T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:57:14.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In GOD'S Will</title><content type='html'>So I know I just posted a blog but I am bored in yearbook class so I want to do another one.  Have you ever had that feeling that what you are doing seems the opposite of what you want but you know what it is what God wants?  Well recently it happened to me and it feels really weird and yet good at the same time.  I always here stories from older people about how they wish they had done what God wanted them to do and could change their past.  Well I listened to Proverbs and took some advice from some people older than me mainly my small group leader, parents, and my youth group leader.  They always tell me that you should be in God's will and even though you can not see the outcome when you do it, you will when it is all over.  I can not wait to see what the outcome will be but I know that it will be beneficial for me even if I have to wait a month or twenty years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1337369395699297235-3239709843452270580?l=jbasye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/feeds/3239709843452270580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1337369395699297235&amp;postID=3239709843452270580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/3239709843452270580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/3239709843452270580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-gods-will.html' title='In GOD&apos;S Will'/><author><name>J.Basye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17987905957673829483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SAgOVB7-TKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jAet1h42Ks/S220/n779295789_107152_5956+redo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337369395699297235.post-2572434586426560110</id><published>2009-01-07T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:47:15.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Rides</title><content type='html'>Car rides are almost like counseling rooms on wheels.  I feel like anything important I tell anyone happens in a car.  I tell my parents anything mainly for the fact that I feel they will pay more attention to the road than what I actually told them.  But sometimes they do pay attention and most of the time I am glad they do.  But when I am talking with friends I always feel like the car is a good place to do it.  It might be the fact that it is more private and personal than a phone call or maybe it is just that I am more comfortable.  I am not one hundred percent sure though but I know that I enjoy talking in the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1337369395699297235-2572434586426560110?l=jbasye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/feeds/2572434586426560110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1337369395699297235&amp;postID=2572434586426560110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/2572434586426560110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/2572434586426560110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/2009/01/car-rides.html' title='Car Rides'/><author><name>J.Basye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17987905957673829483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SAgOVB7-TKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jAet1h42Ks/S220/n779295789_107152_5956+redo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337369395699297235.post-405458199124783949</id><published>2008-10-14T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:27:01.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College (Continued)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.studentaffairs.com/vcs/logos/NorthCarolinaStateUniversity50.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 57px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px" height="261" alt="" src="http://www.studentaffairs.com/vcs/logos/NorthCarolinaStateUniversity50.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I did what I said I would and let God take control of my college decision. It was a crazy ride as I felt like I had way to many options with deadlines approaching. But, I got to meet with the soccer coach at NC State and they offered me a spot on the roster (Go Pack!) haha. I was very excited (especially since those friends in the above mentioned blog are all considering state too : - ) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I feel very confident in my decision and I sent in my application tonight and will find out in the next few week. I hope that I can continue to do all my school work even though I still know where I am going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am just going to try and enjoy high school and spend time with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.Basye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1337369395699297235-405458199124783949?l=jbasye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/feeds/405458199124783949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1337369395699297235&amp;postID=405458199124783949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/405458199124783949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/405458199124783949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/2008/10/college-continued.html' title='College (Continued)'/><author><name>J.Basye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17987905957673829483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SAgOVB7-TKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jAet1h42Ks/S220/n779295789_107152_5956+redo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337369395699297235.post-5768608436998231140</id><published>2008-07-22T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:07:53.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>Well this is my first blog and I'm not sure what the steps are for this thing so I am just going to wing it...&lt;br /&gt;College...&lt;br /&gt;College (&lt;a title="Latin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin"&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Collegium (disambiguation)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Collegium_%28disambiguation%29"&gt;collegium&lt;/a&gt;) is a term most often used today to denote an &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Educational" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Educational"&gt;educational&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Institution" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Institution"&gt;institution&lt;/a&gt;. More broadly, it can be the name of any group of &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Colleague" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colleague"&gt;colleagues&lt;/a&gt; (see, for example &lt;a title="Electoral college" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electoral_college"&gt;electoral college&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="College of Arms" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/College_of_Arms"&gt;College of Arms&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="College of Cardinals" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/College_of_Cardinals"&gt;College of Cardinals&lt;/a&gt;). Originally, it meant a group of &lt;a title="Person" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Person"&gt;persons&lt;/a&gt; living together under a common set of &lt;a title="Law" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law"&gt;rules&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow thats a bit to small when compared to all the applications and short histories of just about every college on the east coast I have looked at.  My parents make it seem like the decision isn't that big and I should go where I want, but to me it's like the biggest decision I have ever had to make in my entire life.  The next four years of my life will be based on the decision I make in a  second.  It will even carry on into life after college or where I find my future wife.  I pray about it but I can never find peace about where my head is at.  I know God will come through and do something truly awesome and Ill understand why he did but I want to know now, I want the peace that comes with assurance and security.  I dont want to second guess myself or feel like I'm going somewhere where I will be miserable.  On top of that I want to be close to my friends I have now because I know the first year will be tough and I will need someone to help me out plus I dont want to lose them.  My parents always talk about high school friends like they were in a past life or something and I want the friends I have now to be there forever.  I want to be eighty years old sitting on my front porch with the same six people I have over all the time.  I just wish there was some magic book I could open that would tell me what I was suppose to do and how to do it, but then I realize it would take all the fun and challenges out of life and instead of living we would be knowing and that's God's job and I am perfectly content with leaving him in charge of all the buisness of running the universe and all that jazz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1337369395699297235-5768608436998231140?l=jbasye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/feeds/5768608436998231140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1337369395699297235&amp;postID=5768608436998231140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/5768608436998231140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1337369395699297235/posts/default/5768608436998231140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbasye.blogspot.com/2008/07/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>J.Basye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17987905957673829483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LCQeWqiCGs4/SAgOVB7-TKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jAet1h42Ks/S220/n779295789_107152_5956+redo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
