<?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-2470895382653442403</id><updated>2012-01-02T11:18:00.120-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Chapter'/><category term='Boring'/><title type='text'>Cope's Chronicle</title><subtitle type='html'>A probable failed attempt to understand the complexity of the thoughts of Nathan James Copier</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-104521740164632892</id><published>2011-03-08T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:29:24.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (Yup, that just happened)</title><content type='html'>I'm back! It's been too long, I know, and I'm pretty sure I'm pretty rusty. Oh well... Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Big life choices suck.  I liked it much better when things just happened.  Turns out eventually you have to make them happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I broke the BYU basketball team for a night.  A couple days after I shook Jimmer and Charles Abouo's hand, they lost by 20.  I blame myself and I've since repented.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know if I'm just trying to watch Psych on Netflix on peak Porn watching hours or what, but QWEST internet is really starting to get on my nerves. "Your internet connection speed has changed.." Well, make it stop.  I'm pretty sick of having to reload my TV show over and over again. Aren't we passed the days of slow internet?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kwa5FMIGKmQ/TXbkUJX_YUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nkgwYJlVGkQ/s1600/psych_usa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kwa5FMIGKmQ/TXbkUJX_YUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nkgwYJlVGkQ/s320/psych_usa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581899822937366850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've stopped watching GLEE pretty much completely.  I'm sure there are some great moments still, but I cannot deal with the horrid lip-synching.  Honestly, how hard is it to not suck at lip-synching?  Apparently pretty hard for former (and probably future) broadway stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of broadway, seeing Nick Jonas sing in a legitimate broadway show makes me question the sanity of mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1V6vyh3dvoc/TXblgsnxM1I/AAAAAAAAANI/yP7uY03aQuU/s1600/sub-jp-jonas-1-popup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1V6vyh3dvoc/TXblgsnxM1I/AAAAAAAAANI/yP7uY03aQuU/s320/sub-jp-jonas-1-popup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581901138068845394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm currently being forced to learn if I am allergic to Cats by Cat-mersion.  Meaning, we are watching after a friends cat until he has time to come up and move her down with him and the damn cat has decided my room is where she should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Someone should tell this thing I'd pet it more if it didn't drool every time I touched it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-yNGXd_jLE/TXbkzH-iQuI/AAAAAAAAANA/0xC5PFpyLiU/s1600/Drool.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-yNGXd_jLE/TXbkzH-iQuI/AAAAAAAAANA/0xC5PFpyLiU/s320/Drool.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581900355138110178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Actual Cat Not Pictured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I spend a whole lot of time on YouTube.  I don't know what it is, but watching people's day to day lives fascinate me.. and Hundreds of thousands of other people it appears.  Some of these people are making over 6 figures a year from posting YouTube videos.  Here's a list of a few of my favorties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       ~&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/SHAYTARDS"&gt;The Shaytards:&lt;/a&gt;  Just a sweet, young, Mormon family from Idaho that has taken YouTube by storm. They are closing in on 800,000 subscribers.  CRAZY. &lt;br /&gt;       ~&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MrArturoTrejo"&gt;Arturo Treo:&lt;/a&gt; Another little Mormon family, this one from Vegas.  He only posts 1-2 videos a week. This is less of a Vlog, but his family is super cute and he's out of control (in a good way).&lt;br /&gt;       ~&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/CTFxC"&gt;Charles Trippy and Ali&lt;/a&gt;  Fun little Vlog.  Super nice people form Florida with a bunch of followers.  &lt;br /&gt;       ~&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/sxephil"&gt;Philip DeFranco:&lt;/a&gt;  He's the first person I subscribed to on YouTube.  He just gives his uncensored opinion on the news and whats happening in the world.  Caution: Strong Language&lt;br /&gt;       ~&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/kassemG"&gt;KassemG:&lt;/a&gt; Dude is hilarious, but he's all about the shock value.  If you don't like dirty humor, he's not for you&lt;br /&gt;      ~&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/wheezywaiter"&gt;Wheezywaiter:&lt;/a&gt; Dude is so odd, but he's very clever.  He posts a few times a week and is always entertaining.  (The last few videos of him are not as good as his normal ones... click back a few videos to see his style)&lt;br /&gt;     ~&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/scratchmybackerman"&gt;Dave Ackerman:&lt;/a&gt; A local comedian (who I was an Ambassador at USU with).  He's just getting started on YouTube and I think he's got a pretty good product.  He's also the OraBrush tongue which is pretty rad.  &lt;br /&gt;     ~&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ourlittleplanet"&gt;ourlittleplanet&lt;/a&gt; This couple is pretty new on YouTube and not popular at all.  But watching them interact is pretty great.  I just started watching them a week or so ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It turns out YouTube is so much more than just a place to watch viral videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of, I'm again thinking about moving to New York  and I want to start a daily Vlog to document my experience.  I already have a youtube channel with nothing posted on it yet... but it's rearing for some love. I can't guarantee I'll consistently be funny, but I can guarantee I'd say some dumb things.  Heres the boring link &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/thestarvingactor"&gt;thestarvingactor&lt;/a&gt;  Would you watch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-104521740164632892?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/104521740164632892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=104521740164632892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/104521740164632892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/104521740164632892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/rbaddk-yup-that-just-happened.html' title='RBADDK (Yup, that just happened)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kwa5FMIGKmQ/TXbkUJX_YUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nkgwYJlVGkQ/s72-c/psych_usa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-8683085987385973645</id><published>2010-05-27T01:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T02:15:53.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (I need to do this more often)</title><content type='html'>Some of the following are tweets from my past.  If you followed me on twitter you wouldn't have to wait 5 months for a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'd still get physical with Olivia Newton John.  No seriously, I would.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm pretty sure the guys at Golds Gym forgot they are playing PICKUP basketball.  They may not be as physical, but these games can get almost as heated as a Churchball game.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My iPhone is considered a smart phone- but a 'smart' phone would know that Nathan James Copier is going to use "hell" much more often than "he'll."  Stop autocorrecting me.  I'm right, you're wrong, iPhone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Camero in Front of me in the DriveThru at Greek Slovaki, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please order the whole damn store from inside the store. PS your exhaust is literally killing me.... Oh yeah, and your stupid head is bald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Here's a deep thought for you:  Labels can be dangerous, but they also prevent food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;Another (not so funny) one:  Normal is just average.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Not so deep thought:  If I can still smell you on my clothes a week after a brief side hug, you wear way too damn much perfume.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is it a problem that I honestly read the headline "Man shot in grocery store is IDed" and thought it meant 'iDead' - not 'identified'...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't think my TV thinks we're friends. Most of our interactions consist of me tossing profanities in it's direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of TV, Community is my new favorite show.  NBC Thursday is the highlight of my week.  Please watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I just bought myself a Loop Pedal for my guitar and I am loving it.  I'll think about posting a video showing you all how cool it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good intentions of keeping this blog more active.  We'll see what happens though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-8683085987385973645?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8683085987385973645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=8683085987385973645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8683085987385973645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8683085987385973645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/rbaddk-i-need-to-do-this-more-often.html' title='RBADDK (I need to do this more often)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-3679826045240655256</id><published>2010-02-17T16:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:52:34.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiddler on the Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/S3yAabEktxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yFGbm7Np9YQ/s1600-h/Fiddler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/S3yAabEktxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yFGbm7Np9YQ/s400/Fiddler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439363641388611346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come see me in Fiddler on the Roof at Hale Centre Theatre in West Valley from now until April 10.  I play Perchik in the Monday Wednesday Friday Cast (that includes the Saturday Matinee at 12:30).  My Mom and Brother and his girlfriend are all in the show as well.  The show is super popular and the tickets are going pretty quick, so get 'em while you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-3679826045240655256?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3679826045240655256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=3679826045240655256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/3679826045240655256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/3679826045240655256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/fiddler-on-roof.html' title='Fiddler on the Roof'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/S3yAabEktxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yFGbm7Np9YQ/s72-c/Fiddler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-8043868172971023898</id><published>2009-11-30T15:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:07:56.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (Bringing in the winter time)</title><content type='html'>-I am going to plug my band again because we are super awesome and everyone needs some 80s music in their life sometimes.  We are playing a lot more often so you have more chances to come see us.  For updates join our &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=106899277262&amp;ref=ts  "&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; group  and/or text 88mph to 69852.  Do it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One of the worse jobs to have is the dude who puts boots on cars.  Talk about a buzz kill.  Seriously.  No one likes you.  Not even your parents.  Don't believe me?  Then why did they name you Lyle?  Your job is almost as stupid as your name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SxjB04G1z9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/8irQWLGJjVQ/s1600-h/lyle-lovett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SxjB04G1z9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/8irQWLGJjVQ/s400/lyle-lovett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411288066444087250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Actual Lyle not pictured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whoopsie Doo Doll? WTF?  Not ok Hasbro, not ok. Whoopsie Doo goes number 1 and number 2! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Season 2 of almost any series is a wonderful season. The plot line may not be the best, but that's the season that all the almost pretty characters in the first season get a big makeover and become pretty. And I like pretty people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You have stupid uniforms and a stupid field Boise State.  Oh yeah, and stupid fans with stupid attitudes.  You have become my second most hated college and I secretly hope you get snubbed from the BCS again this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SxjChLQQPKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/o-moOU6wspg/s1600-h/punch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SxjChLQQPKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/o-moOU6wspg/s400/punch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411288827498085538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One of my least favorite things in the world is stepping out of a nice hot shower to a cold bathroom.  I almost four hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Dumb People on Facebook and Around Me at the Football Game,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking you know something about football.  You don't and you sound stupid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of, I've said it before but I'm saying it again.  I HATE stupid fans.  I hate the way stupid fans of the team I root for think and act and I hate the way stupid fans of my team's rival think and act. Stop being stupid.  Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Continuing with that thought,  facebook statii should be turned off one week before and after rivalry week. It's a lot safer that way and your relationships will not be in jeopardy solely based on your blinded fandom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's a really good thing he's a good lyricist, cause Chris Carrabba of Dashboard Confessional is not pleasant to listen to. Especially live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-if you are one of those people who slow down traffic to see what's going on on the side of the road, I will punch you square in the baby maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-High School kids are super lazy.  How hard is it to write down the answers I am giving you on the worksheet I just gave you?  Apparently pretty damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-8043868172971023898?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8043868172971023898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=8043868172971023898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8043868172971023898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8043868172971023898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/rbaddk-bringing-in-winter-time.html' title='RBADDK (Bringing in the winter time)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SxjB04G1z9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/8irQWLGJjVQ/s72-c/lyle-lovett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-293584901985815688</id><published>2009-08-13T01:28:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:41:18.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (Dear [....] Edition)</title><content type='html'>-Dear Girl I Once Dated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you to stop dating other people after almost half a year of dating does not make me the girl of the relationship.  Oh yeah, and saying "Well, you are the guy I see the most" is still not an acceptable response.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear St. George,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.  I always speak so highly of you... so why do you have to make me be all itchy?  Not cool STG, not cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SoPdISxWogI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xTKR978Rwsk/s1600-h/Dixie+Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SoPdISxWogI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xTKR978Rwsk/s400/Dixie+Rock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369378315303297538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Becca Schwartz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fantastic.  Please mother my children.  Seriously.  (Those of you who don't know, she is Rusty in Footloose down at Tuacahn and she is out of this world good.  If you've seen her before you know exactly what I am saying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Director and Choreographer of "Annie" at Tuacahn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Logan, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss everything about you, but I sure do enjoy visiting you.  And man, you sure are pretty in the summer. (and I guess my roommates are pretty cool too) (Oh yeah, and I do mean the city, although I am sure there are a few people named Logan who are also pretty in the summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Dating in the Dark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so evil. We all know looks really do matter. The only thing you are doing is making these mildly attractive people slip into a deep depression when the show airs after they hear what the other person said about them, and see their reaction to the way they look. Bad Form ABC, but thank you for the awkward laughs. (I know what you are thinking and the answer is Yes, I just pulled out a quote from "Hook")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SoPbmRE-6tI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EZjciUl66bw/s1600-h/dating-in-the-dark_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SoPbmRE-6tI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EZjciUl66bw/s400/dating-in-the-dark_a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369376631221578450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear AT&amp;T,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard is it to allow picture messaging on my iPhone?  Pick me, Pick me!!!  IT'S NOT.  Quit being greedy, all you are doing is pissing off all the people who are forced to be with you and they will have absolutely NO loyalty when your exclusive contract with Apple runs out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Person Who's Blog I Admittedly Once Read and is Thinking I Stole this Idea From You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your blog is moderately entertaining, I didn't.  Don't flatter yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Big Dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me because I neglect you sometimes.  I promise I think about you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Paula Abdul, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking your awkwardness to such extremes the last few seasons. Enjoy unemployment. I'd teach you how to cope, but you make me want to punch a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Jonathon Groff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were great when I saw you live in Spring Awakening, but here's some advice for you:  you should either A: sing in tune or B: not let people post a video of you sucking hard core on youtube.  Think about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(warning video contains some adult language) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvLKYC9CH98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvLKYC9CH98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-293584901985815688?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/293584901985815688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=293584901985815688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/293584901985815688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/293584901985815688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/rbaddk-dear-edition.html' title='RBADDK (Dear [....] Edition)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SoPdISxWogI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xTKR978Rwsk/s72-c/Dixie+Rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-2667014079312851147</id><published>2009-08-03T14:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:33:56.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>88 MPH.  New Pictures</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned before, I now play in an 80s Cover band called 88MPH.  We just finished recording a quick demo and got some pictures taken.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SndIdgw0whI/AAAAAAAAALo/gROHYgz3sKg/s1600-h/88-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SndIdgw0whI/AAAAAAAAALo/gROHYgz3sKg/s400/88-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365837152883360274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SndIdQALckI/AAAAAAAAALg/Go60h1NCCJo/s1600-h/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SndIdQALckI/AAAAAAAAALg/Go60h1NCCJo/s400/88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365837148384358978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SndId1GAAjI/AAAAAAAAALw/K0-Lpa_YmVg/s1600-h/88-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SndId1GAAjI/AAAAAAAAALw/K0-Lpa_YmVg/s400/88-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365837158340887090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love playing in the band and we really have some talented musicians.  It's not just a bunch of friends who want to make "music".  It's musicians and performers who want to perform (and we might happen to be good buddies as well). Maybe I will try and upload a link for the demo a bit later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a kick ass 80s band for anything let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-2667014079312851147?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2667014079312851147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=2667014079312851147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2667014079312851147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2667014079312851147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/88-mph-new-pictures.html' title='88 MPH.  New Pictures'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SndIdgw0whI/AAAAAAAAALo/gROHYgz3sKg/s72-c/88-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-5205805990370998902</id><published>2009-07-30T19:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:00:36.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CURTAINS!</title><content type='html'>I just found out that I was cast in "Curtains" at Hale.  The show just got off broadway and this is the Regional Premiere.  It is a fast paced, murder-mystery, musical comedy.  The script is very clever.  I imagine it will be a fan favorite.  Probably one of the best shows you've never heard of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SnJNgXcHMUI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ci8O3zTe84M/s1600-h/curtains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SnJNgXcHMUI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ci8O3zTe84M/s400/curtains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364435324594762050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, this was the show David Hyde Pierce starred in on Broadway.  I will be playing Bobby, the Dancer/Choreographer/Leading Man of the show with in the show.  I highly recommend you come see the show.  It runs October 5-November 21st.  I'll let you know later what nights I am in the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-5205805990370998902?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5205805990370998902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=5205805990370998902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5205805990370998902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5205805990370998902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/curtains.html' title='CURTAINS!'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SnJNgXcHMUI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ci8O3zTe84M/s72-c/curtains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-1305317489918516360</id><published>2009-05-30T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:14:28.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RBBADDK (Susan Boyle Sucks)</title><content type='html'>I stopped writing my American Idol blog because I stopped caring about the show.  For the two of you who care, here are some thoughts to sum up the last couple weeks of the show:  The most talented person didn't win.  The two most innovative people were in the Finale.  Kris still looks super awk when singing high with his tight jaw.  Adam still wears crazy shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love the big controversy surrounding the voting right now though.  Quick update for those of you who haven't heard:  There were some AT&amp;T employees at a couple Kris Allen parties in Arkansas showing the guests there how to "Power Text."  Power Texting sends up to 10 messages with the click of a button and is "not allowed" for voting.  They were even rumored to have supplied AT&amp;T cell phones to people at the party who don't have AT&amp;T.  (You can only text vote with AT&amp;T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SiG5uQmFvAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/49cpOEfn0h8/s1600-h/att-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SiG5uQmFvAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/49cpOEfn0h8/s400/att-logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341754837417966594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fox's response?  "Who cares.  It's our show and we can do whatever we want"  (Ok, so that's not an exact quote).  I still do and will enjoy the show even if it might be a little rigged.  It's a TV show first and foremost- Talent Competition second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto some more awesome thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I saw a Danny Gokey look-a-like today.  Even down to the 2-day beard and square glasses.  It turns out I know who he is.  I know what you are wondering and the answer is yes.  Unlike Danny Gokey, this ass clown is a douche bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Susan Boyle sucks.  Her story is touching.  Her voice, however, is super sucky.  Would I boo her off the stage if she was singing in Church? No.  But I wouldn't even cast her in a show if I was looking for a frumpy, frizzy haired, late 40s, british woman for a show.  I am very pleased she did not win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of Britain's Got Talent- Why don't they get better singers on there?  The best singer by far on the whole show was a 12 year old boy.  The dance crews were pretty entertaining though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You probably shouldn't be engaged if we were making out no more than 6 weeks before.  Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you are a fan of Superman but don't know much of his story, please don't actively pursue the knowledge of his life.  I promise it will just make you mad.  As charming as Chris Reeves was, those Superman movies are super lame to the max.  And the new one?  Just as bad.  Just go on enjoying the fact that he is a good guy who takes off his glasses and parts his hair to the other side and people don't recognize him.  Don't worry about how he got his powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-As I stopped in Brigham City for a drink and to use the restroom, I was forced to come to this conclusion:  Urinals should never have drain holes shaped like the male anatomy.  You may try and tell me It's a coincidence, but I don't agree.  Someone thinks they are funny.  Never seen such a thing? Well I have proof that it does exist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SheyEC5Tl5I/AAAAAAAAALI/K-70d1P325E/s1600-h/urinal01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SheyEC5Tl5I/AAAAAAAAALI/K-70d1P325E/s400/urinal01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338931665837463442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My hell I get sick of reading some facebook statii.  I am not saying I agree or disagree with this whole gay marriage ban.  But what I will say is that I agree with the Supreme Court upholding the results of the vote that took place.  WE as people have the RIGHT to vote.  Would it not be unconstitutional to overturn what the majority of Californians voted for?  Does that mean it's right?  ..It doesn't completely matter at this point.  That's why we vote on things.  Put your energy to good use and start preparing your efforts to get it on the ballot again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-1305317489918516360?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1305317489918516360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=1305317489918516360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1305317489918516360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1305317489918516360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/rbbaddk-susan-boyle-sucks.html' title='RBBADDK (Susan Boyle Sucks)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SiG5uQmFvAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/49cpOEfn0h8/s72-c/att-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-6285549728925885645</id><published>2009-05-06T00:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:24:26.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AI Recap (top 4)</title><content type='html'>Adam Lambert:  Hate the hair but was actually ok with his odd outfit.  Maybe Rock and Roll is this dude's calling.  He could have for sure rocked it hard in the Eighties.  And done lots of dudes with thick mustaches.  Probably shouldn't say this (cause it was Led Zeppelin) but didn't love the song.  He sung the crap out if it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison Iraheta:  Love the hair this week  (what the hell?  Am I Paula?).  Ok, I freaking love her.  That's all.  I don't even care if she was slightly pitchy towards the end of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris and Danny:  Kinda cool that they are singing together.  Danny sounded awesome- Kris was good.  Their Harmonies were pretty nice and tight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen:  Dug it, but probably cause I love the song.  Nothing out of this world, but good.  His tone alone did change up the style of the song, but it wasn't special.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Gokey:  I think he is reading my blog because he has improved the verses of his songs a lot.  Still better when the song picks up in the chorus though.  That scream was DISGUSTING and I don't mean that in a good way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Allison:  Of course they had to have a special entrance...  And this Adam Outfit=not ok.  At least we know that he actually has junk?  They looked like they were really having a good time.  I respect that.  The song was enjoyable mostly because of that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want.  Everyone is really good this year.  I choose Kris to go home though.  I am worried about Allison though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-6285549728925885645?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6285549728925885645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=6285549728925885645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6285549728925885645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6285549728925885645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/ai-recap-top-4.html' title='AI Recap (top 4)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-5227071417220783941</id><published>2009-04-29T23:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:13:48.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AI Recap (top 5)</title><content type='html'>I love this crew of people.  Everyone of them can sing and everyone of them has a different style.  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best week so far for me.  I love the old standards.  Thank you Rat Pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen:  I love that song, it was a nice arrangement.  Nothing super unique about it.  But he sounded good.  He was iffy when flipping up to his false, but overall I enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison Iraheta:  Holy freaking curse words.  She Rocked this song so hard.  She was outstanding.  I absolutely loved it.  I don't remember her showing the nice side of her voice yet and WOW, she nailed it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Giraud:  Did some absolutely fantastic stuff in the song.  His runs were spot on and that sustained note that Mr Foxx told him to hold out was superb.  I do actually think the original key he sang it in with Jamie Foxx was a better key for him.  The verse sounded better the very first time we heard him sing.  The verse was lacking when he performed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Gokey:  He proved me wrong this week.  Normally on a song like this the lower verse would be weak.  But he sounded great from the first note to the last note.  Did the same type of arrangement that he's done almost the whole show- But I really liked it this week.  He was on his the top of his game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert:  He was good.  It was kind of just a "blah" week for him this week.  He sounded great, like always, but for Adam it was almost boring.  Maybe it was just the odd arrangement of a great song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am so slow at posting this this week I didn't make a guess on the bottom three... but I can also comment on the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do love Matt, but I am ok with him going home with this group of singers left.  And with him leaving hopefully the so will the trend to wear stupid hats.  I don't think we will be seeing Adam down that close to elimination next week.  Everyone was so good this week, he just didn't stand out like he normally does. He'll be fine though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-5227071417220783941?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5227071417220783941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=5227071417220783941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5227071417220783941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5227071417220783941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-recap-top-5.html' title='AI Recap (top 5)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-5364794895059329364</id><published>2009-04-22T03:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:44:58.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AI Recap (Top 6 +1)</title><content type='html'>I was so very happy that the judges used the save on Matt.  He wont win, but he is better than some people left on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Rounds:  GO HOME.  No more of you and your huge, and I mean HUGE, butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen:  I liked the arrangement, but really he should have arranged another song that way.  And if you are going to say the song means something, at least know what the hell you think it means.  You just looked dumb.  He sounded good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Gokey:  He chose a song where he could wail the whole time and he sounded great IMO.  I liked Danny a lot this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison Iraheta:  Homegirl sounded great.  I thought the arrangement was actually good.  I don't know why they didn't like it.  But someone PLEASE help the girl out with a better fashion consultant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert:  Slowed it down and chilled it out just like I prefer him to do.  He looked normal and sounded great.  Best of the Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Giraud:  Was not excited about his song choice, but he did switch it up quite a bit and I liked it a lot.  He did exactly what they wanted him to do, go back to singing all soulful like and make the song his own.  I don't know how Simon said that was unoriginal.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai:  Started off on a bad note (...double entendre), sounded fine in the middle and ended Horribly.  Bye Bye Anoop.  At least you look good in Pink.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai&lt;br /&gt;Lil Rounds&lt;br /&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be surprised if it's Matt again though, I just think his crew will come through for him this week)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-5364794895059329364?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5364794895059329364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=5364794895059329364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5364794895059329364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5364794895059329364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-recap-top-6-1.html' title='AI Recap (Top 6 +1)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-4649646168887839223</id><published>2009-04-15T17:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:40:09.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AI Recap (Top 7)</title><content type='html'>Allison Iraheta:  Wasn't flawless, but I really enjoyed her.  The only thing that will hold this girl back is her ugly hair.  Will someone help her please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai:  The judges only like him when he sings a slow ballad.  America doesn't like him enough anymore.  He sounded good, I didn't love the arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert:  And back to the yellie Adam again.  Dude can perform.  He knows how to work the stage.  Song was overall good- just wish his new arrangements of upbeat songs wouldn't be totally yellie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Giraud:  Had some rough spots but sang it overall very well.  I actually liked the arrangement.  The judges need to make up their minds.  Should he change up a song or keep it the same?  Stop it judges.  You make no sense.  He showed that flawless False again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Gokey:  Endless Love?  Seriously?  And a harp arrangement?  Ew.  Gross.  No thanks.  Remember how I said before he's not good at the slow chill stuff?  Well he's not.  It's not til the songs pick up that he wails.   Overall he is a still a favorite, but don't be surprised if he is in the bottom three sometime soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen:  Dude moves it the song up a whole step and still can't sing the low notes?  Interesting.  I love that song and he did sing it well, I just didn't like that he hit those notes full voice that are normally false. To me that's the feel of that song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Rounds:  Ew, the Rose?  WTF?  And when the judges disliked you, you just had to say something didn't you?  You sounded like Paula with the nonsense that cam out of your mouth.  You were not good and you are not good.  Please go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Rounds&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai&lt;br /&gt;Matt Giraud (not cause I think he deserves it, but he got no love from the judges)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-4649646168887839223?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4649646168887839223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=4649646168887839223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4649646168887839223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4649646168887839223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-recap-top-7.html' title='AI Recap (Top 7)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-3711373184012617926</id><published>2009-04-08T00:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:06:22.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AI Recap (Top 8)</title><content type='html'>Danny Gokey:  I really do love his style.  Homeboy can sing.  I do wish he would concentrate a little bit better on the the slower non yellie stuff.  That's his weakness right now.  I hope America doesn't forget about him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen:  Interesting choice with the fans all around him and stuff.  Was not feeling the song at all this week  Kind of bland.  I have been liking him more as of late- but this was not a strong week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Rounds:  She doesn't do a single cool unique thing with her songs.  She just sings all Black girl like and I'm sorry that's not enough.  The song seemed bigger than her this week.  And I thank Jesus that the judges agree with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai:  Dude can sing (no, I am not intentionally quoting Randy).  Sounded nice this week.  I don't think America loves him anymore though.  The problem is he needs to always sing all slow and soulful.  People just feel awkward inside when he is trying to be hard core.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott MacIntyre:  Seriously?  What the hell?  Just say no to the guitar.  You played maybe 4 bar chords on that thing.  NO!  No guitar for you.  He is nice guy and likable.  But NO!  Not ok this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison Iraheta:  I have said this to many people before and it's coming obvious to everyone:  Allison will easily have the best career out of any of the girls on this season.  She has the awesome unique rawness to her voice.  As long as she doesn't ruin it she will be successful.  The judges were right this week.  She does need a light image change, but that will happen with age and time. Oh yeah, I dug her again this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Giraud:  I Always like him and I again thought he was quite good.  I love the flipping up to the false, he does it so freaking well.  Matt loves to add Runs and he can do it very well- but it was little excessive this week IMO.  Still love him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert:  I actually really like him when he stays in his more mellow tone.  When he flips to his false instead of his screamy mix he is very nice to listen to.  It's just unpleasant to my ears when he stays up in the screamy mix all the time.  Good week once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bottom Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai&lt;br /&gt;Lil Rounds&lt;br /&gt;Scott MacIntyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The super awesome song on the ATT commercial?  Landon Pigg "Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop".  just sayin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-3711373184012617926?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3711373184012617926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=3711373184012617926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/3711373184012617926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/3711373184012617926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-recap-top-8.html' title='AI Recap (Top 8)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-8351179124325264077</id><published>2009-04-06T16:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:22:01.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (He's just not that into you... cause he likes boys)</title><content type='html'>-Dear Super Attractive Girl, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your model of a boyfriend is totally super gay.  Like Super Hero Gay.  He knows it.  Everyone around knows it.  It's time you knew it.  Dump his uncomfortably pretty face and call me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have made this announcement before, I am infatuated with the ability to Hide people on Facebook.  That person that I only kind of know who updates there status every three hours and thinks they are funny but they are not?  Hidden on my page.   The "friend" who is bitter at life and their status makes you want to slit your wrists?  HIdden.  Did you know that this person is the most like this Twilight character?  I didn't.  Are you up to date on the relationship status of that couple that is always breaking up and getting back together?   I'm not.  Thank you new new Facebook.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Baseball season is now open and I am elated about it.  I am quite excited to watch my Braves play.  Also, anyone up for some Bee's Games?  Now that I am not committed to be somewhere 6 nights a week all summer long I am planning on going many times this summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SdqNTsISEnI/AAAAAAAAALA/AE4_PsAf4H8/s1600-h/Braves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SdqNTsISEnI/AAAAAAAAALA/AE4_PsAf4H8/s400/Braves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321721279094592114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Also, Liking the Red Sox is trendy and stupid.  Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-30 Rock is Genius.  You NEED to start watching if you aren't already.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Easter candy is by far the best candy.  And it's not even close.  Reese's Peanut Butter cups are wonderful all year round, but those Reese's Eggs?  Immeasurably better.  Jelly Beans used to suck.  Not anymore.  Thank you Starburst.  Marshmellows are also good all season long but Easter Peeps make me salivate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If while reading my blog you said Reesies in your head, I will find you and I will punch you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SdqMFyzvjbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ToW_uUi2tl0/s1600-h/Reeses_Peanut_Butter_Cups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SdqMFyzvjbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ToW_uUi2tl0/s400/Reeses_Peanut_Butter_Cups.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321719940857695666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the apostrophe? I do too.  That means it belongs to some dude names Reese.  It's possessive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I liked Megan Joy Corkery, but the second she "Cawed" I lost all desire to see her on TV anymore.  WTF was that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stop Hating on me for posting about AI.  Just deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-8351179124325264077?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8351179124325264077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=8351179124325264077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8351179124325264077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8351179124325264077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/rbaddk-hes-just-not-that-into-you-cause.html' title='RBADDK (He&apos;s just not that into you... cause he likes boys)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SdqNTsISEnI/AAAAAAAAALA/AE4_PsAf4H8/s72-c/Braves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-167515146013714995</id><published>2009-04-01T01:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:55:39.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AI Recap (top 9)</title><content type='html'>I need to start out with a bit of a venting session.  I CANNOT STAND PAULA ABDUL.  Oh my hell I hate her.  I used to enjoy her overall friendly attitude, but homegirl is so drugged out she cannot make any sense with out a pre-prepared speech.  I am positive that she prepares her comments (has some producer write it for her) way before the contestant actually sings.  If she doesn't have it prepared she just rambles nonsense.  Homegirl is crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also firmly believe the producers influence the judges comments quite a bit a lot of the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnd Scene, onto the recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai:  Ok.  You aren't going to win the competition.  It's official.  I like you.  I like that you are nerdy.  But it's played itself out.  Oh yeah, you sounded fine this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan Joy:  You make me happy because of your quirkiness.  I love your odd outfits (minus the boob-i-licious one), your cute little pointy ears and the uniqueness of your voice.  But your limited range is about to show you the exit.  Maybe not this week, but I think America is over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Gokey: You were good.  Blah Blah Blah.  You are safe again. Blah Blah.   PS. Thanks for not sounding like the Rascal Flats guy, I want to run him over with a lawn aerator.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison Iraheta:  I actually didn't mind the outfit- but that hair was sick.  Not the "crazy awesome" sick either, the "wake up in the middle of the night and feel like you are going to explode but not sure from which hole" sick.  You sounded good again and should be safe.  But honey, don't bring out the guitar for 15 seconds of the song.  Either play it for real or leave it home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott MacIntyre:  Good song choice for him.  He was tolerable this week- his 80's mullet was not, but he was.  I would still be ok if they politely showed him the door- and by "showed him"  I mean have his smily brother escort him to the door (too soon?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Giraud:  The judges are crazy.  He sounded great.  The song is fairly unknown but I don't know why they laid into him.  Please bless he is still around next week.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Rounds: WHY IS SHE STILL ON THE SHOW???  No more, Please!  At least her kids are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert:  Did I tell you the screamy, sing way too high way too often, creepy stare into your soul Adam would be back this week?  Yes, Yes I did.  I do love that you change the song up a lot every week.  I don't love feeling like you stole my innocence after you sing though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen:  sounded good again.  As good as the Judges said?  Not nearly, but still good.  I am ok with him staying around a few more weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My not so confident Bottom Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai&lt;br /&gt;Megan Joy&lt;br /&gt;Lil Rounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Am I leaving out Matt because of my man-crush on him?  Why yes, yes I am.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-167515146013714995?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/167515146013714995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=167515146013714995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/167515146013714995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/167515146013714995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-recap-top-9.html' title='AI Recap (top 9)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-9054083218851282327</id><published>2009-03-26T04:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:41:04.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AI Recap (Top Ten)</title><content type='html'>Matt Giraud: I was a little nervous when I heard what song he was singing.  But dude nailed it once again.  I hope Randy and Simon's proclamation that he is a front runner is now true.  I don't really dig the whole start out with an instrument and move away from it thing though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen:  Sounded good again.  There is still something missing though.  I am a big acoustic music fan and I feel like I should really like him, but I am still not convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott MacIntyre:  Remember that time last week when I said I was starting to like him?  Yeah, it's gone.  I hated him this week.  What a poor song choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan Joy:  Not a good week for her at all.  Some nice moments in her song, but overall very unimpressive.  She was very pitchy at first.  And she only did her awkward Megan wiggle once tonight- I have a love/hate relationship with the Megan Wiggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai:  Good week for Anoop.  He chose again to chill it out this week and it was a good choice.  He'll be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Sarver:  Dude bugs.  Please America be done with him.  He is not bad- just needs to go home to his little Beast child.  He did seem to be all over the place tonight as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Rounds:  She looked better this week....  But the Token Black Girl with a "big voice" is probably the worst Token Black girl that has made it this far in the show in the last few years.  Go Home to your three children soon please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert:  GREAT week for Adam.  He didn't freak me out with his death stare, he didn't scream at me and sing 3 octaves above a normal dude's range the whole song and he looked half normal.  That was the smartest thing I have seen done so far this season.  He sounded great- he looked great.   Don't worry all you Adam lovers, he'll be back to himself again next week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Gokey:  Awesome song choice.  Has yet to have a bad week.   Ditched the abominable snowman jacket and did his thing once again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison Iraheta: She needs to STAY on this show.  I really hope she is the last Girl left.  She rocked it tonight.  Was super spunky and poised.  She sounded great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bottom Three Predictions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Sarver&lt;br /&gt;Megan Joy&lt;br /&gt;Scott MacIntyre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-9054083218851282327?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9054083218851282327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=9054083218851282327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/9054083218851282327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/9054083218851282327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/ai-recap-top-ten.html' title='AI Recap (Top Ten)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-8074793196221868212</id><published>2009-03-26T04:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:40:17.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AI Recap (Top Eleven)</title><content type='html'>I know I am a week late with this, but I wrote it so I am posting it.  Stop yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Sarver:  Eh...  He was fine.  Nothing horrible about it, I just don't like him much for some reason.  Maybe it's cause he still reminds me of the Beast from the Beauty and the Beast TV series from the late 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison Iraheta:  I still want to hate her.  But I cannot.  I really do love her voice- I don't care if she sings unhealthily.  Girl can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen:  He proved tonight that he really can sing.  But for some reason he is forgettable.  I like him- just not in one of my top few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Rounds:  was fine.  She can sing. She has a huge booty.  Blah blah.  Same ol' Same ol'.   I am hoping she doesn't make it very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert:  Johnny Cash was with out a doubt rolling over uncomfortably in his grave.  It was an interesting performance of "Ring of Fire"  I didn't hate it- But I do hate him staring at me via the camera every week.  Dude, you are scaring the children.  Calm down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott MacIntyre:  I like him.  I like his slow vibrato.  Every week I like him more and more.  But I will always think he is still on the show because of sympathy votes and that bugs me.  Song was fine this week, but his goofy smile and personality made me like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis Grace:  forgettable week for her.  Her past performances will probably keep her on and she wasn't bad.  Just not impressive this week.  And her little attitude kind of rubbed me the wrong way this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Gokey:  was a bit timid at first (probably just because the song starts out in his low range which seems to not be his favorite place)  but dude rocked it.  I love him changing up songs that I wouldn't dare to touch and making me like that he did.  Reminds me of what David Cook did last year (except David Cook borrowed his arrangements from people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai:  did get back to version of Anoop that got him this far.  he really has soul and can sing.  He did well and will be safe.  I don't see him going super far in the competition though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan Joy:  holy boobs.  I have a crush on her and I was a bit uncomfortable with that dress.  But I loved the look over all and think she did enough to stay around another week.  She is intriguing.  I like seeing what she brings to the table each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Giraud:  Man-Crush alert.  Matt just made my man-crush list after a couple weeks of flirting with it. I love his style and I love that he is a dueling piano man.  Still don't think he will win, but I want him on the show for many weeks to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-8074793196221868212?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8074793196221868212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=8074793196221868212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8074793196221868212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8074793196221868212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/ai-recap-top-eleven.html' title='AI Recap (Top Eleven)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-6748245078324120538</id><published>2009-03-23T00:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:42:12.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear DI Cell Phone Thief,</title><content type='html'>"How much is the reward?"  is not an acceptable question.  We are not in negotiations here.  You claimed Bryan's phone at the DI when an old man asked if anyone lost it.  The phone is two years old, beat up and that model is on Ebay for $15.  You can't even get only $15 dollars at out of an ATM.  So when you call us back and ask "how much is the phone worth to you?"  The answer is 0 dollars.  It is worth 0 dollars and you are a douche.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck using the free internet at the Library to list it on Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/Scc4k3yTqBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oKtqeE5G73Y/s1600-h/samsung-sch-u410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/Scc4k3yTqBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oKtqeE5G73Y/s400/samsung-sch-u410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316280091235559442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dear Reader, don't worry about why I was at the DI.  With Love, Cope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-6748245078324120538?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6748245078324120538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=6748245078324120538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6748245078324120538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6748245078324120538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-di-cell-phone-thief.html' title='Dear DI Cell Phone Thief,'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/Scc4k3yTqBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oKtqeE5G73Y/s72-c/samsung-sch-u410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-8899032459650497602</id><published>2009-03-20T18:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:41:00.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (March Madness)</title><content type='html'>-President Obama filled out a bracket for the NCAA tourny.  In response to him not picking Duke to make it to the Final Four Coach K (coach of Duke University) made this comment "As much as I respect what he's doing, really, the economy is something that he should focus on, probably more than the brackets."  The comment overall is accurate, President Obama should focus more on the problems with the economy than the NCAA Tourny.  But do you really think he sat in the Oval Office for hours and contemplated his picks for the NCAA tourny?  That's a big fat hell no.  He is just being the personable, likable President everyone wanted.  Coach K, thank you for helping bring back the Gold Medal to the good ol USA, but get over it.  (He did later make an announcement that he was just being playful... It's just an emotion we don't ever see from him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This recent change in weather has caused me to want to frolic through daffodils.  Yeah, I said it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-March Madness is upon us.  And that is glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is not glorious however, is the NCAA's anti bias towards "mid-majors".  Utah State probably wouldn't have made the field of 65 had they not won the conference tourny.  That is a 30 win team.  And how do they get rewarded for winning the auto bid?  With an 11 seed.  Ridiculous.  BYU had another great season, beat some really good teams played some powerhouses ridiculously close and took a share of the MWC title.  Their prize?  An 8 seed rematch against a quality team.  The Utes (whom I still hate) took a share of the Regular season title, had huge wins and won the MWC tourny.  They were probably seeded higher than they deserve, but who do they get to play?  Oh, just a team that has the longest consecutive NCAA tourny births.  Going into the Conference tourny the MWC was predicted to have 4 teams make it to the tourny.  UNLV and New Mexico played their way out, but SDSU should have played themselves in... I am not crying foul play- just think the system is all sorts of F-ed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was pretty anti Twitter for a while.  But now I am pretty in love with it.  Not only can I update the world on my thoughts, I can also see what John Mayer (my man-crush), Sophia Bush (my Celebrity crush), and Neil Patrick Harris (my... Tell the Pants Story?)  are doing and thinking.  I digg..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you have Twitter follow me  &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/NathanCopier"&gt;twitter.com/NathanCopier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am avidly watching American Idol and have some strong opinions about it and the people on it.  So strong in fact, that I may update my opinions on the show weekly.  Don't hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-8899032459650497602?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8899032459650497602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=8899032459650497602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8899032459650497602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8899032459650497602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/rbaddk-march-madness.html' title='RBADDK (March Madness)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-3011678950815583064</id><published>2009-03-19T02:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:26:53.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (All I do is perform anymore..)</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I suck at updating my blog the last little bit.  Don't hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Phantom is basically sold out.  But still come try and see it.  It runs til April 18 and I am in the Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday cast.  I do both the 4:00 PM and the 7:30 PM shows on Saturday.  There are a few weekday matinees that I do as well.  Ask the Box Office which cast is supposed to do the show if you have questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The other show I am in opens up on the 26th of March and runs til June 6th.  It is called "American Fork Idol" and it is at the Desert Star in Murray.  It's super over the top (like all the shows there) but if you are a fan of American Idol you should enjoy it.  My character's name is Bo Biceps and I am in the shows on Monday Wednesday and Friday- and occasionally the first show on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/ScII467wu2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/BjhT9rw-C7c/s1600-h/AI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/ScII467wu2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/BjhT9rw-C7c/s400/AI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314820284236217186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of American Idol.  I have a man-crush on Matt Giraud.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And what about this guy?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/ScIF_f4xgtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cnA8K-dDwTY/s1600-h/michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/ScIF_f4xgtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cnA8K-dDwTY/s400/michael.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314817098700128978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me he doesn't look eerily similar to this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/ScIF_FN3d9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/1mvl37LhrlQ/s1600-h/beauty-and-the-beast-tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/ScIF_FN3d9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/1mvl37LhrlQ/s400/beauty-and-the-beast-tv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314817091540842450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's gone ASAP bytheway.  No more Michael Sarver please.  And no more Lil' Rounds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-All my ex-roommates all went on a cruise for spring break.  WTF?  Why did we never do that when I was there?  What did we do for our spring breaks when I was in Logan?  Oh yeah, went down to Zions Ponderosa and got snowed in and all made out with the same chick.  That's right.  I forgot for a second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am going to go out on a limb and say that Marty Archibald is one of the coolest people I know.  One of the oddest people I know?  Yes.  Super crazy awesome?  Hell Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am lightly addicted to puzzles... how lame is that?  Super crazy lame. It's true.  But it keeps me entertained during my 42 page break of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am a really good complainer.   Just sayin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I recently was reamed out by a douchebag for telling people about how much of a douche he was.  And then the douchebag fronted me on it (which I can respect) and in the process of trying to intimidate an apology out of me he proved how much of a douche he really was by lying to me about the situation.  I'll take being an ass over a douche any day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And now that the doucebag usage quota is filled for the last few months, I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cope out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-3011678950815583064?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3011678950815583064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=3011678950815583064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/3011678950815583064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/3011678950815583064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/rbaddk-all-i-do-is-perform-anymore.html' title='RBADDK (All I do is perform anymore..)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/ScII467wu2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/BjhT9rw-C7c/s72-c/AI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-1425732468000427139</id><published>2009-01-30T19:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:56:49.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Facebook Sensation Continues on Blogger... 25 Random Facts</title><content type='html'>1- When I was growing up I got made fun of because my ears were big and stuck out. I am still very self conscious about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Despite the negative opinions I often express, I am a pretty optimistic person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I often go on a roller coaster ride about my musical talent. Somedays I think I rock, somedays I think I super suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I have the worst luck with cars. I never want to do engine work on one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I would do anything to date Sophia Bush... anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- I once kissed a girl solely because she had a hot accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Growing up one of my favorite places to visit was Gunnison, Utah. In fact, the first girl I ever kissed was from Gunnison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- It took 5 people to tag me before I finally decided to do this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- I love writing. Blogs, Songs, occasional poems. Love it. I always hated papers in school though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- I am a friend slut. I love all my friends, but I never had one group of friend that I stayed with for very long. And that makes me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- I very, very rarely lie. If I do, it's only to make someone feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- I have never been in a romantic relationship where "I love you" was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- I secretly enjoy chick flicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- I never wanted to look up to my brother but I always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- I was raised the right way and will be forever grateful to my parents that I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16- I love Saint George with everything. My years at Dixie are my fondest memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17- I sometimes curse to keep judgmental people away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- I sometimes think people I don't know very well hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19- Despite being super confident most the time, I super suck at asking girls out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- When I was little I used to cry all the time. Excluding funerals and leaving on my mission, I think under 10 people have seen me cry in the last 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21- I sometimes wish I would have had a wild streak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22- I have the coolest Grandparents. I wish everyone could meet them. One of my grandmas nick names is "Grandma Shit." I am sad that my kids will probably never know them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23- The first CD I ever bought myself was the Spice Girls in Junior High School and I am man enough to admit that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24- I see the good in people, almost to a fault. I also think I can fix everyone's problems. I can't, but I keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25- For the longest time I really, honestly thought that I would be famous. I wasn't sure for what, but I really thought I would. I am only now coming to the realization that it probably wont happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-1425732468000427139?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1425732468000427139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=1425732468000427139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1425732468000427139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1425732468000427139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook-sensation-continues-on-blogger.html' title='The Facebook Sensation Continues on Blogger... 25 Random Facts'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-9098515822351780145</id><published>2009-01-10T03:22:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:11:24.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (Bringing RB back)</title><content type='html'>Okay fine.  I'll stop being all boring and depressing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Riverton Cop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a Douche.  Just a quick rule of thumb, if you ask someone a question you should let them answer you.  And why do you think you are so cool?  Telling me you could cite me for this infraction and that infraction is super hard core.  And by that I mean isn't at all hard core.  And then you just let me off without even a warning?  I don't get you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where the F does "rule of thumb" come from?  Someone Cha Cha it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I still freaking love John Mayer.  He is my eternal Man-Crush.  (If any of you start using "Bro-Mance" I will track you down and punch you square in the face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Ex-Facebook Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are upset I deleted you as a friend, but do you blame me?  Every time I signed on you attacked me via Facebook Chat.  Just because I accepted your friend request a year ago on Facebook doesn't mean we are real life friends.  We don't kick it on the weekends.  We don't go grab lunch to catch up.  I didn't just break up with you, I deleted you because I you make me want to stick rusty nails through my eye lids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want to run my Neon off a cliff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SWiBazdXqPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-4AisQHDJgc/s1600-h/car_cliff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SWiBazdXqPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-4AisQHDJgc/s400/car_cliff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289620059836623090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I do not pride myself as much of a video game player, but I super rock at all three Super Mario Brothers on the original Nintendo.  And I am embarrassingly good at Guitar Hero.  I'm no John Nielson.  But I am better than I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SWiSAfAiWLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2274GxGLryA/s1600-h/nintendo-controller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SWiSAfAiWLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2274GxGLryA/s400/nintendo-controller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289638299368052914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There was this one time that I was really surprised when a girl I was on a date with didn't want to cuddle with me.  Man, I am a douche.  Me and that cop should go kick it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I now play bass in an 80's band called 88MPH.  Anyone who can guess where that name comes from is crazycool (one word).  Come see us play sometime...  And by sometime I mean when we have a gig.  And by that I mean if you want to book a rockin' 80's band for something let me know.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SWiCfxAbuMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bphgzQWGibk/s1600-h/88mphweb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SWiCfxAbuMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bphgzQWGibk/s400/88mphweb.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289621244589357250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I have the smallest bladder ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Cleaning Girl at Bryan's House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask my opinion on college football if you are a dumb ass.  If you want to have a real discussion about it, I'm game.  But don't ask for my opinion then respond with "blah, blah, Utes, blah, blah, number 1, blah, blah." (I use quotes cause that's exactly what my ears heard).  At least have an educated argument.  You lost your right to speak.  Now, go finish cleaning Bryan's bathroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar Portion Returns:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To? Too? Two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use "too" correctly, the other ones should fall into place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too is used when meaning "excessively" or "also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate too much.  I want to go to the store too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes suck at this, but it's really not all that hard.  If you don't know how to use the number two correctly you need to go back to resource.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-9098515822351780145?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9098515822351780145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=9098515822351780145' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/9098515822351780145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/9098515822351780145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/rbaddk-bringing-rb-back.html' title='RBADDK (Bringing RB back)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SWiBazdXqPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-4AisQHDJgc/s72-c/car_cliff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-700923618850936974</id><published>2009-01-08T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:25:19.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day #2</title><content type='html'>When did integrity lose it's appeal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-700923618850936974?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/700923618850936974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=700923618850936974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/700923618850936974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/700923618850936974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/thought-of-day-2.html' title='Thought of the Day #2'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-4753185441572386428</id><published>2009-01-08T13:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:43:26.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day #1</title><content type='html'>It's a lot easier to move on from someone when you have someone else to focus your attention on.  &lt;br /&gt;(it also helps if the one you are trying to get over isn't freaking gorgeous)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-4753185441572386428?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4753185441572386428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=4753185441572386428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4753185441572386428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4753185441572386428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/thought-of-day-1.html' title='Thought of the Day #1'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-819023180691427120</id><published>2009-01-07T01:21:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T01:45:06.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Out of Love</title><content type='html'>Dating is stupid.  I wrote this super awesome depressing song the other day. Although it doesn't express my overall view on life and love, it expresses how I feel sometimes about it.  I think we all lose hope that Love exists from time to time.  Maybe I'll get around to recording it sometime soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jarell,  I am sorry that you are going to hate this post.  (It's a total downer and not funny whatsoever, so don't feel obligated to read it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallin back now&lt;br /&gt;Fallin ‘way from&lt;br /&gt;Fallin out of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparks have faded into darkness &lt;br /&gt;Dreams have slowly disappeared &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone can do this &lt;br /&gt;Waiting only brings you tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Jaded Heart can never love you&lt;br /&gt;A broken soul can only pray&lt;br /&gt;Don’t believe the “what could be” you fool,&lt;br /&gt;What’s buried deep is there to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don’t let nobody find you&lt;br /&gt;Seems true love cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;If you let somebody near you&lt;br /&gt;What’s left of you is thrown around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallin back now&lt;br /&gt;Fallin ‘way from&lt;br /&gt;Fallin out of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-819023180691427120?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/819023180691427120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=819023180691427120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/819023180691427120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/819023180691427120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/falling-out-of-love.html' title='Falling Out of Love'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-2149013455568147701</id><published>2008-12-23T23:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:14:02.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (Christmas Time is Here)</title><content type='html'>Happiness and cheer.  Fun for all that children call their favorite time of year.  Right?  Wrong.  I used to love Christmas.  My extended family on both sides had super neat traditions, I looked forward to seeing my cousins and such and seeing what Grandma Copier would get me cause it was always super... unique (and probably from a garage sale) and, well, I love me some Christmas Candy.  BUT now Christmas makes me sad.  I sit around wishing it was what it once was.  But everyone grew up and is boring.  My brother and sister have other families to visit and spend time with, so I get to spend all day with the Parentals.  Don't get me wrong, that's not the worst thing in the world, but i miss the old Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay onto the RBBADDK part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am excited to give people the presents I got them.  I wish I was rich then I could give people lots of things... (and let's be honest, I could buy myself what I want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Julie,  I love you.  I do. But no one would read my blog if I didn't express my negative opinions.  I am sorry, but I don't have that cute little wife and child to write about like the rest of the blogs you read, thus the awesome negative opinions.  And they are awesome.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I swear everywhere I am trying to go is where Udot is working on a road.  They are really good at starting projects aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;-I started watching Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog and I dig.  Neil Patrick Harris is pretty brilliant.  Those groupies for Captain Hammer made me chuckle.  "We'd do the weird stuff" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SVIM2-X9_vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TCvh9QEIpNI/s1600-h/drhorrible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SVIM2-X9_vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TCvh9QEIpNI/s400/drhorrible.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283299451455012594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Nate (yeah that's me), stop picking girls who don't treat you right.  I know you see potential in them, but potential can only get you so far.  You are good at reading people's non-verbals.  Trust yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I just got cast in Phantom at Hale.  No, not Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber, but Phantom by Maury Yeston.  Same book, but different adaptations. I will be playing Phillipe, the love interest (Ironic, I know).   That's the Raul Character in this version.  Yay.  Come see me.  It opens the end of February.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SVIMhvy7Z9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/4mRVDZnbKcQ/s1600-h/Phantom_musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SVIMhvy7Z9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/4mRVDZnbKcQ/s400/Phantom_musical.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283299086764304338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ugly Christmas Sweater Parties are neat, see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SVINgQTgdzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pPv5fOaBEGI/s1600-h/Ugly+Sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SVINgQTgdzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pPv5fOaBEGI/s400/Ugly+Sweater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283300160642774834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Please go watch this.  HIL-Larious. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBHOL1PcPR8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBHOL1PcPR8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I started a blog originally as an emotional release, as a way for me to figure out what the hell was going through my head, but now I am nervous to post that stuff on here.  That is dumb.  I think I am going to have find some other sort of journal.  Lame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-2149013455568147701?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2149013455568147701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=2149013455568147701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2149013455568147701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2149013455568147701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-time-is-hear-happiness-and.html' title='RBADDK (Christmas Time is Here)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SVIM2-X9_vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TCvh9QEIpNI/s72-c/drhorrible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-2282267792046268482</id><published>2008-11-09T01:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:12:20.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (Politics Suck)</title><content type='html'>Wanna know my take on the election?  America likes change and things were pretty bad the last few years.  This Presidential race was decided over a year ago: it was going to be a Democrat.  I just thank the Lord it's not Hillary.  Oh yeah, and Politics suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SRbEW2nSVdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XuRHU1UJ3Zs/s1600-h/Anti-Hillary-Clinton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SRbEW2nSVdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XuRHU1UJ3Zs/s400/Anti-Hillary-Clinton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266612711152834002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Here's a news flash for you, being liberal does not equal being open minded.  Just because you are pro choice and support gay rights doesn't mean you are open minded.  You may think it does, but it does not.  Not accepting others because they have a different opinion than you is actually just the opposite.  You preach human rights and letting people make decisions for themselves, yet you get all butt hurt if they don't believe what you believe.  The worse part is you don't even want to listen to an explanation on why they feel the way they do. You are just so sure that they are wrong.  (Please note that I am not trying to claim that anyone who is liberal is this way- It's just a mindset that I have seen recently)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On that note, there are two sides to everything people.  PLEASE look into that before you bash the other side. (this goes for both you liberals and conservatives)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Please don't ever see the Haunting of Molly Hartley.  It is a really, really bad movie.  If you tell me you enjoyed it, I will stab you in the Jaw.  Bad.  Just Bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I freaking love TiVo.  Except when it doesn't record when it's supposed to.  That I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Updating your status on Facebook to say "Richard is sick of being sick."  Or "Melanie is tired of being tired"  or "Jamie is sick and tired of being sick and tired"  is not nearly as cleaver as you think it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of Facebook stati, I am pretty sure it's already time to stop talking about Prop 8 via facebook status.  We all know you and your ward are happy about it passing or that you think mormons are bigots.  You've said it in a different way every day for the last week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Singing Christmas songs in Late October/Early November brings back a lot memories.  It also makes me want to kick myself in the junk.  I don't know how that would work exactly- but in the middle of singing Happy Holidays for the 9th time in a row I think it would be less painful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've said it once and I'll say it again:  I hate Verizon.  Remember that time I was in the middle of a conversation and the network went down?  I thought it was just my house so I drove a mile away hoping to get service and all I got was that stupid Searching for Service logo.  I wouldn't have been as upset had I not been in the middle of a conversation with someone who is ridiculously hard to get a hold of.  Real cool Verzion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SRbEWxHSh4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/3zfL4nTTb2k/s1600-h/verizon_wireless_sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SRbEWxHSh4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/3zfL4nTTb2k/s400/verizon_wireless_sucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266612709676451714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do you have to have such an attitude?  You were once rated the best service so you jack up your price, lock your bluetooth, shut down the option for Mxyertones to work and restrict me from sending text messages over 160 characters to anyone who doesn't have your awesome service?  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Doing new things is neat.  I highly recommend it.  Unless you are considering listening to the Jonas Brothers- Trust me, it's not worth it.  I cannot handle their breathy, whiney voices.  Some of their songs do not suck, but they do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cope out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-2282267792046268482?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2282267792046268482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=2282267792046268482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2282267792046268482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2282267792046268482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/rbaddk-politics-suck.html' title='RBADDK (Politics Suck)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SRbEW2nSVdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XuRHU1UJ3Zs/s72-c/Anti-Hillary-Clinton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-4773617821240522712</id><published>2008-11-03T01:42:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:05:49.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is neat.</title><content type='html'>I haven't had the chance or desire to dress up for the last few halloweens since I was this every weekend in October:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SQ66oDbQjiI/AAAAAAAAAII/m6tcVjn769E/s1600-h/Monsters+08+(123).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SQ66oDbQjiI/AAAAAAAAAII/m6tcVjn769E/s400/Monsters+08+(123).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264350211719859746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year I decided I wanted to actually go and do something.  I went up to Ogden for a Party with a bunch of Weber Staters.  I still didn't want to spend much time on my Costume though, so I recycled an old idea and made it a touch better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me in 2000 as a 17 year old (thanks Jill) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SQ67pFFidII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YBHiA6eZOq4/s1600-h/Halloween+2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SQ67pFFidII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YBHiA6eZOq4/s400/Halloween+2000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264351328857126018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me in 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SQ679fUK6II/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZGJTUdtjdag/s1600-h/Halloween+08+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SQ679fUK6II/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZGJTUdtjdag/s400/Halloween+08+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264351679495202946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SQ679MZ8YMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v-qM3hTLkS4/s1600-h/Halloween+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SQ679MZ8YMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v-qM3hTLkS4/s400/Halloween+08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264351674419142850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is my actual Cub Scout shirt. Yes, I was a lot skinnier in High School.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added the nice kerchief and slider this year.  I did have on some Khaki Shorts and Hiking Socks as well.  (Just for all you poeple paying attention, I did actually make it to Bear, just never got around to sewing that one on.  But that is when my scouting career stopped.   No Weblos.  No Arrow of Light.  No Tenderfoot.  Obviously no Eagle as well.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween wasn't too bad this year.  The party was pretty crazy and I was only one of a few sober people around, but I still had a good time.  Maybe next year I'll actually be able to celebrate the whole day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-4773617821240522712?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4773617821240522712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=4773617821240522712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4773617821240522712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4773617821240522712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-is-neat.html' title='Halloween is neat.'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SQ66oDbQjiI/AAAAAAAAAII/m6tcVjn769E/s72-c/Monsters+08+(123).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-2828156147881613243</id><published>2008-10-22T01:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:34:20.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Letter to Life.</title><content type='html'>Dear Life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come sometimes you pass by so quickly yet you constantly seem so stagnant?  How come you seem so ordinary from day to day yet the memories of the past seem so magical?   How come the direction I want you to go is situational?  How come I can be so content with where I am yet long to be somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel left behind from time to time.  I see friends in different stages of life.  I want that- yet I don't quite yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you do kinda mostly rock when I think about it.  Thanks for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, have a nice day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-2828156147881613243?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2828156147881613243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=2828156147881613243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2828156147881613243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2828156147881613243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-letter-to-life.html' title='My Letter to Life.'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-2124210826136457870</id><published>2008-10-15T17:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:48:08.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in LA - Ernie Halter (Cover)</title><content type='html'>Here is another video i recorded a while ago.  The ending is reals shaky, but that's ok - I am too impatient to re-record it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYCKzYgp9-U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYCKzYgp9-U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't listen to Ernie Halter, please do.  He kicks a lot of ass- in a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-2124210826136457870?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2124210826136457870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=2124210826136457870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2124210826136457870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2124210826136457870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-in-la.html' title='Love in LA - Ernie Halter (Cover)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-4466589717371252724</id><published>2008-09-30T15:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:37:35.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (Shout out edition)</title><content type='html'>Yay for life.  No need for any stupid transition, Let's get right into it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have recently learned that I am a patient person. Many of you may disagree with that statement, but when necessary, I am very patient. Either that or I don't mind being walked all over. I'd like to think it's the first one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have also learned that I can be kind of needy.  It's weird... If I am into someone,  I actually like to spend time with them.  I know it's an interesting concept.  But I guess I don't have much to complain about, I knew what I was getting myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Please stop letting people hack your facebook profile. I know that they are tricky, but they are using the same tricks they always have. They set up a link to a fake facebook page and ask for your user name and password. After they get it, they like to send me messages about someone having a crush on me - all I have to do is just click here to see who it is. Guess what. I ain't clickin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate dumb fans. I don't care what team you cheer for as long as your not dumb. Please stop opening your mouth. Especially if you are cheering for a team that I am routing for. All you are doing with your asinine comments is making yourself look dumb and making me mad. Stop it. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-With all of that said, There may not be much better in this life than being an avid fan of a top ten football team.  And as much as I hate the U, if both teams were undefeated going into their game - that may make for the biggest holy war since...the Crusades.  Both would probably be in the top ten and the Cougs would probably be in the top 5 and a BCS bowl game would be on the line.  Wow.  Just Wow.  But if that happened and BYU lost, I would cry.  No, I am not being Dramatic.  I would seriously cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-103 unanswered points?  Are you kidding me?  I don't care if it was Wyoming and a down UCLA.  That's just impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P.S. Any Cougar fan needs to check out this blog &lt;a href="http://deepshadesofblue.com/"&gt;deepshadesofblue.com.&lt;/a&gt;  It's written by my trainer on my mission and former BYU safety Quinn Gooch.  It's pretty insiteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wish I had a sleep button.  You know right there on my neck some where.  I just push it and pow! I am snoozing away.  I despise you people who can just lay down and go right to sleep.  I don't always have a problem sleeping, but sometimes my mind just goes crazy.  Anyone have any secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One of the reasons I have trouble sleeping sometimes is that I stay up way to late watching various TV series.  My current addiction is Bones.  It's kind of a dark show because it's kind of a murder mystery/crime scene show, but it's light hearted at the same time.  They do a great job with being entertaining, suspenseful, they always keep you guessing and they get you to care about the characters.  If you want to watch the first season it's free on &lt;a href="http://hulu.com"&gt;hulu.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-While I am doing shout outs, I have freaking talented friends.  If any of you are in Utah and getting married any time soon I have a friend who is an amazing wedding videographer and another who is a ridiculous photographer.  Check them out if you don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ortonfilms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandon Orton (videographer)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://capturedbymikki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Captured by Mikki (Photographer)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.  I guess that's enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cope Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-4466589717371252724?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4466589717371252724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=4466589717371252724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4466589717371252724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4466589717371252724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/rbaddk-shout-out-edition.html' title='RBADDK (Shout out edition)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-2727499582908131683</id><published>2008-09-27T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T03:41:33.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Fallin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b8dec7351ef62efa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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title='Free Fallin'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-2402146313944026897</id><published>2008-09-11T01:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:13:16.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (Slightly Serious edition)</title><content type='html'>The time has once again come for Nate to rant about things he does and doesn't like (mostly doesn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why ESPN, why?  I have counted on you for many years to be my friend and you've done such a good job.  SportsCenter replays all night long, Around the Horn and PTI every week day and all in HD.  You have crazycool (one word) commercials, a plethora of stations and cheap seats.  So why did you have to go behind my back and do this to me?  I don't want to dislike you.  But you make it really hard when you continually tell me that BYU didn't deserve to win the game against Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you don't like sports just skip this one...  Continuing with the last point:  Ok, for those of you who did not see the game here is a summary: BYU was up by 7 with under 10 seconds to go.  Washington's QB (Locker) scores a touchdown with 2 seconds left and throws the ball up in the air.  The ref throws a flag for excessive celebration.  Washington is moved back 15 yards for the PAT and BYU blocks the kick.  Game over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my opinion on the play.  Locker did not excessively celebrate, he went right to his teammates, did not taunt, just celebrated with them.  But he did throw the ball high in the air.  According to the rule book if the ball is thrown high in the air after a touchdown it warrants a flag.  The ball was thrown 20-30 feet in the air.  (it was in the air for a total of 2.36-2.5 seconds. If you throw that into the math equation (distance=velocity X Time) and assume the ball is falling at 9.8 (which is the constant of an object which is falling straight down) you can assume the ball went around 23 feet in the air from where he threw it- And he is over 6 feet so add that onto the total height, that's almost 30 feet in the air.)  Lets say for good measure it was 25 feet in the air.  Is that "high in the air"  as the rule book suggests?  Yes it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like the rule, that's fine.  Complain about the rule.  But don't complain about the call.  The Ref did what he was supposed to.  Could he have swallowed his whistle?  Sure.  But he did have more than enough evidence to make the call.  I don't like BYU winning like that, but they outplayed the other team and made one more play than they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole fact of the matter is that BYU blocked the PAT.  A 35 yard field goal is more than makable.  Maybe if you had even gotten the kick off, you could complain a little bit more.  But you did not.  It was blocked.  Where's the O-Line?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refs don't win games for teams.  I know that's not a popular opinion in Utah, but it's true.  The players on the field win and lose games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SMjal_u3dII/AAAAAAAAAHw/zrUSy2AiT8s/s1600-h/Block.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SMjal_u3dII/AAAAAAAAAHw/zrUSy2AiT8s/s400/Block.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244682112370963586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ok moving on.  New Facebook still sucks.  And now I am stuck with it.  Whatever happened to "if it ain't broke, don't fix it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I am forever doomed to be in complicated relationships.  (Don't get all excited cause I used the word "relationship," it's just as I stated above, complicated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I auditioned for Universal Studios Japan a little while ago and I have now decided that I really want to go to Japan for a while.  I won't know til November (maybe December) if I got the gig, but that would be crazycool (one word) to go out there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Frightmares! rehearsals just started up again, so if you want to see me singing my life away as Frankenstein you sure can every weekend in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FLwDayN9mk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FLwDayN9mk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes that's my face on the Billboard for Lagoon just south of the park- and yes I am signing autographs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Please don't lie to my face.  Especially if I have trusted you in the past.  It really bothers me and I will complain about it to anyone that will listen to me.  They wont get all the details, but they sure will know I don't like liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I still love Saint George.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's still weird not living with my roommates in Logan.  And not being in school.  And not avoiding to study for tests.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's late. I am tired and I want to wake up sometime before 2 PM tomorrow, so I am done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cope Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-2402146313944026897?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2402146313944026897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=2402146313944026897' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2402146313944026897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2402146313944026897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/rbaddk-slightly-serious-edition.html' title='RBADDK (Slightly Serious edition)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SMjal_u3dII/AAAAAAAAAHw/zrUSy2AiT8s/s72-c/Block.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-6790833173994564702</id><published>2008-08-10T14:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:21:58.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (It's August!)</title><content type='html'>It's been a while.  I know.  But it's not for a lack of random stuff on my mind...  So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's August.  It was a tough July (especially the last week) but it's now August and that fills me with joy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am not excited about finding a new day job... but I need one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why is High School Musical so popular?  I get that it's a fun show.  But it's also a shitty show.  I sure am glad I don't have kids right now cause I don't think I could live with that music blaring 24/7.  And the second movie?  Even Shittier than the first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Disney:  Please stop producing Albums for you kid actors.  They are for the most part very untalented singers.  I know you are making a lot of money from it- but for the sake of all of our sanity please stop.  There are already enough untalented musicians making way too much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate Verizon.  You are supposed to have the best coverage and I can't even get reception in my BASEMENT?  I have to run around the house to get reception to make a call.  I hate you Verizon.  Oh and yeah, don't worry about sending someone out to check like I have asked you multiple times to do, it's cool.  I like getting Text Messages hours after they were sent.  It provides a whole new element to text messaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-New Facebook is poopie.  Don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Football season starts in less than a month and I couldn't be more excited.  Here's to the Quest for Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I forget how freaking rad the Olympics are.  I stay up way too late watching the most random things, but I love it.  Did you see the Men's 4x100 Freestyle race?  That is why I love sports.  Watching someone achieve their life dreams before my eyes is really inspiring.  Oh and there is no way those chinese gymnasts are turning 16 this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You want to hear all about my dating life?  Ok.  I can sum up the last 4 years to you like this-  I fall for girls who aren't into me, but not for the ones who are.  "But Nate," you might say, "it's all mental.  You like the challenge, the game."   No I do not.  Yes, the challenge is fun at first, but that's not why I fall for girls.  I can't control who my heart desires.  I don't want to control who my heart desires.  But I wouldn't mind if someone I fall for fell for me too.  But until then I will go on writing kick ass songs about my pathetic love life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cope out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-6790833173994564702?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6790833173994564702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=6790833173994564702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6790833173994564702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6790833173994564702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/rbaddk-its-august.html' title='RBADDK (It&apos;s August!)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-5997862352784123546</id><published>2008-07-14T03:09:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T03:49:59.341-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Another Metaphor to Describe Nate's Boring Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SHsgpdlbd1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7pGFwH-AWBE/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SHsgpdlbd1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7pGFwH-AWBE/s400/book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222804089554564946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our "Book of Life" there are highs and lows, long and short chapters, plot twists, drama, climaxes, and hopefully a good romance.  Some books are longer, some more glamorous and some are probably more interesting than others.  You can dress your book how you would like, title it how you will, even write the dedication yourself.  Every book written is worth reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The current chapter of my book however, is probably one worth skipping over.  It's one of those chapters that's just building up to a later chapter.  And though every chapter contains some sort of character development,  the details of getting there currently seem bland.  There is limited drama, no romance, limited action, just a lot of honesty and driving (seriously though, I feel like I am always in my car, at lagoon, eating or asleep). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While others around me have moved on to the juicy chapters with all the detail, I am stuck on my 2 Nephi (Sorry for the BoM reference.  But man those first few chapters of 2 Nephi are boring).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what the next chapter will bring (which is exciting) but I am sure ready to flip the page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-5997862352784123546?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5997862352784123546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=5997862352784123546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5997862352784123546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5997862352784123546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-metaphor-to-describe-nates.html' title='Another Metaphor to Describe Nate&apos;s Boring Life'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SHsgpdlbd1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7pGFwH-AWBE/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-7957533539834525365</id><published>2008-06-09T03:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T04:13:20.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My shows are open</title><content type='html'>Well peeps- Both of my shows at Lagoon are now officially open.  Here is a quick run down of the days and time that I do them:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Country Swing Jublile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; ( I just play the guitar and look pretty ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday - Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:00, 3:00 and 4:00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SEz_XZD8TWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZSEXWWl_AbY/s1600-h/Country.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SEz_XZD8TWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZSEXWWl_AbY/s400/Country.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209819646290316642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just Strummin' away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SEz_XzuK2BI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3TYDcW-a-hU/s1600-h/Country+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SEz_XzuK2BI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3TYDcW-a-hU/s400/Country+Boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209819653446752274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank God I'm a Country Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broadway Rhythym ( The Show that Matters ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Monday - Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00 and 8:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SEz_YGiVERI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EiyW5fNCZ5Q/s1600-h/Aldolfo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SEz_YGiVERI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EiyW5fNCZ5Q/s400/Aldolfo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209819658497364242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me being the Self-Centered one in a song....  I keep getting those songs.  Weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SEz_YUfTu9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xarZ4o7wxyQ/s1600-h/aqurius+Leap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SEz_YUfTu9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xarZ4o7wxyQ/s400/aqurius+Leap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209819662242790354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my naked self after leaping in the air.  This whole song is like one big acid trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Make sure you come on a day when it's not raining or the show might be cancelled.  Come say Hi afterwards as well.  Come plan a day to hang out at Lagoon because it's what fun is.  I would plan a whole day because admission is about $40.  I think Costco has discount passes?  I don't know.  Someone does for sure though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope to see you all sometime this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Cope out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-7957533539834525365?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7957533539834525365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=7957533539834525365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7957533539834525365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7957533539834525365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-shows-are-open.html' title='My shows are open'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/SEz_XZD8TWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZSEXWWl_AbY/s72-c/Country.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-2026344135811731533</id><published>2008-05-23T02:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T03:54:03.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate This Tag Game</title><content type='html'>I wasn't going to do this, but since I haven't updated my blog in forever, it's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Joys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Music&lt;/span&gt;: I love singing, making, playing, and listening to music.  It has such a power.  Sometimes that's the only outlet I feel I have, it's the only thing that truly understands me.  (how ultra cheesy is that?).  I love sitting in my car listening to a good, emotionally driven tune (prolly a John Mayer one) and just feeling.  Or finding how I really feel by writing a song.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Athletics:&lt;/span&gt;  Cliche.  I know.  But I love sports.  They bring such enjoyment in my life to play and to follow.  I listen to Sports Talk Radio all the time.  I love me some Co-ed softball,  (Why are Co-gendered sports called Co-ed?  Anyone?) Ok, I love to play anything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-People:  &lt;/span&gt;I love being around people-  Understanding them.  Yeah, sometimes I seem bitter towards the world, I get that.  But people fascinate me.  I love analyzing why people act the way they do.  I love reading peoples Non-Verbals.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Not finding love&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.  I have this fairy tale idea of what love is and have felt that way about people but it needs to be mutual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Having a Career that I despise.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;  I want to have money, but I want to be happy.  Let's hope I can find something that pays well and I love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Never becoming what I know I can be. &lt;/span&gt; I (and yes I am going to toot my own horn) have all the potential in the world.  But I don't do anything with it.  I am pretty good at a lot of things, but not really good at anything.  I need to develop my talents not just show off what god gave me naturally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Goals: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Go get Vocal Training &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Record an Album (or 2 or 3 or... however many)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Be Happier.  &lt;/span&gt;It's all about perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 current obsessions/collections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-John Mayer:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My Man-crush is pretty consistently playing on my iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sleeping In/Staying up late: &lt;/span&gt;I need to get over that one soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Being Real:&lt;/span&gt;  I am always obsessing over making sure I am always honest and that people see me as a real person.  Nothing fake here.  What you see is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 random/suprising facts about ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sometimes I absolutely hate that people care what I think.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;  I want people to listen to my opinion but don't let my opinion sway who you are.  I am NOT that important.  I love stating my opinion but also don't mind if anyone disagrees with me.  Please do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I care about people and want them to be happy.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I am so cynical sometimes I think people think I am just a bitter angry person and want others to be unhappy because I am..  Truth is I just say what you all are thinking.  I'm not scurred.  I truly do want people to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I love steamed broccoli.  &lt;/span&gt;I hate eating healthy, but I love broccoli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am not tagging anybody because I don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-2026344135811731533?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2026344135811731533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=2026344135811731533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2026344135811731533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2026344135811731533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-this-tag-game.html' title='I Hate This Tag Game'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-5200297324737227744</id><published>2008-04-20T23:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:00:52.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (The Refreshments)</title><content type='html'>Everybody knows the world is full of stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my opportunity to tour this wonderful country the last couple months, these simple lyrics (to a pretty kick ass song) have started to ring true in my ears.  I seriously never knew there were this many unintelligent people in the world.  Don't believe me?  Go to YouTube and pick any random video and read the people's comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let us pick my brain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I constantly spell the word "okay" incorrectly.  I don't really care all that much though.  It just makes more sense to spell a word with just the two letters you are saying.   You don't have a friend AJay.  If you do, you should help the poor kid out because he/she probably doesn't have very many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There are way too many very attractive girls marrying ugly dudes.  I know, I know, it's not all about looks.  But Ladies, some of us have the whole package...  (note: I am not bitter, I am just simply noticing a common trend).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What?  You didn't like that last comment?  I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love me some Utah Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I would really appreciate some consistent weather.  70's one day and snowing the next?  WTF Utah?  Let's be honest, I am too lazy to check the weather report every morning to see if I should wear shorts or a coat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why is there a traffic jam on I-15 everyday at 3 PM on the way to Farmington?  It's 3 PM!  Shouldn't you people be at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate that my bathroom is currently upstairs.  I don't want to go upstairs to use the bathroom.  If my backyard was fenced in I would think about peeing out there.  Seriously though, that's how bad I hate walking up the stairs.  (what? I'm not fat.. yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Peeps, that's all you get from this blog.  No grammar lesson.  Got a problem with that? Deal with it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cope Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-5200297324737227744?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5200297324737227744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=5200297324737227744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5200297324737227744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5200297324737227744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/rbaddk-refreshments.html' title='RBADDK (The Refreshments)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-4346040285058650601</id><published>2008-04-08T01:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:32:17.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidelity (Cover)</title><content type='html'>This is a great song from Regina Spektor called Fidelity.  I haven't uploaded this anywhere else and don't plan to (unless I drastically improve it).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recorded this a few months ago when I was still in Logan and it is no where near perfect, but I haven't put up a video for a while so I though I would throw it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7b6874710a7a0bb2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7b6874710a7a0bb2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329935355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2633D95984CA8C0C96651E194D86D2B7259123C6.522B54F43A38BE01B727E86C4059BBE25CC01B64%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b6874710a7a0bb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaMrzAAnml7Nfw9vCyuiiZ0ILpLw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7b6874710a7a0bb2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329935355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2633D95984CA8C0C96651E194D86D2B7259123C6.522B54F43A38BE01B727E86C4059BBE25CC01B64%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b6874710a7a0bb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaMrzAAnml7Nfw9vCyuiiZ0ILpLw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-4346040285058650601?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7b6874710a7a0bb2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4346040285058650601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=4346040285058650601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4346040285058650601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4346040285058650601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/fidelity-cover.html' title='Fidelity (Cover)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-7065105070755519517</id><published>2008-04-07T18:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:14:44.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RBADDK (I heart St. George)</title><content type='html'>Random Thoughts of the Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss St George... a lot.  I would move down there if I felt like I could have a social life without being the creepy 25 year old.. with a beard.  I had a great time the last few days down there, but it just reaffirmed my concerns that I am too old to be single and live in STG.  I really need to stop dating girls who are under 20 and living in STG would not help that cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I really like a lot of people from my past.  I had some good times with some great people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I need to be with someone who makes me laugh.  This was also reaffirmed this last week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What's worse:  Having the Saturday After noon session of conference on the television and not listening or Going golfing during it?  I choose it's a wash.  But then again everyone else who is "watching"/talking through conference doesn't see how good of a person you are if you go golfing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The drive to STG is a lot shorter if you are doing so while watching "The Office."   "But Nate," you may ask, "didn't you drive to StG alone?  How would you watch the Office while driving?"  To which I reply "Don't worry about it.  Just let it happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I like StG Nate better than Logan Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The In-and-Out Burger in St. George is almost done.  The sign is even up.  To this I have a one word repsonse "overrated"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar Lesson:  Sometimes it's just not the same with out a curse word.  A well placed Shit, Damn, or Hell can add a lot to an otherwise boring phrase.  The key is to use it sparingly.  (something I have yet to accomplish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-7065105070755519517?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7065105070755519517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=7065105070755519517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7065105070755519517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7065105070755519517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/rtaddk-i-heart-st-george.html' title='RBADDK (I heart St. George)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-5427767215583351948</id><published>2008-03-30T03:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T02:26:19.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Blabberings of the ADD Kid (March Edition)</title><content type='html'>March is coming to an end and I haven't thrown down a good blog for while.  I am not sure if what follows will qualify as a "good blog" or not.  You'll just have to read it and figure it out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nate's Recent Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I really hate the fact that I am 25 but sometimes my forehead thinks I am 15.  Don't you have some teenager's life to torture Mister Under-the-Skin Zit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You should never have to precursor the introduction of your new Fiance (or almost Fiance) with "He's not the best looking guy, but he's so sweet."  This is wrong on soo many levels.  You should probably date someone you are attracted to.  That's kind of an important thing.  Also, if you are attracted to them, who cares what anyone else thinks?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The worse person you can sit by on a plane is the seat hog.  You know, the one who traps you against the window for 2 hours?  Most of the time the dude doesn't care if our shoulders touch, but I do.  You know how there is a divider/arm rest between us?  Me too.  There is an imaginary line that goes up from that arm rest you are not allowed to, at any time, cross it.  Please do not lean my way- in fact, those in the middle seat surrender any right to lean.  Sorry.  I don't make the rules.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did you know that Black people have a different version of Happy Birthday?  I didn't either.  Thank you Murray family for introducing that to me.  (I have no idea if this is widely accepted in the black community or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I recently sold my soul to Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If anyone knows any producers from MTV, please send them my way.  A reality show based off of my Roommates at USU would be uber successful.  As the Laguna Beach peeps say, there is constant "drama, drama, drama."  (Seriously though, people would watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate that the word uber is popular.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate even more that I use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this edition's Grammar Lesson I am going to actually give you permission to do something that is not grammatically correct.  The Double Negative.  A lot of the time you just sound stupid if you use it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not doin' that for nobody," is not acceptable.  That just doesn't even make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes the double negative is the best way to describe something.  For Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't not like him."  Not everything in this world is Black and White.  It's not do you like him or don't you like him.  Sometimes you don't dislike somebody but you don't really like them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you disagree with me, get over it.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-5427767215583351948?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5427767215583351948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=5427767215583351948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5427767215583351948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5427767215583351948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-blabberings-of-add-kid-march.html' title='Random Blabberings of the ADD Kid (March Edition)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-9151226617977705000</id><published>2008-03-15T01:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:47:48.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbly (cover)</title><content type='html'>This one is a great one from Colbie Caillat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NZDRBGbVFg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NZDRBGbVFg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-9151226617977705000?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9151226617977705000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=9151226617977705000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/9151226617977705000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/9151226617977705000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/bubbly-cover.html' title='Bubbly (cover)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-7126620433956857378</id><published>2008-03-07T12:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:46:00.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't Even Notice</title><content type='html'>So, this is an older song and Video, but I just decided I am going to try and get a new video up every week.  Some of the songs will be originals written by yours truly, others will be Cover songs.  I wrote this one a while ago and this is a performance at Poetry and a Beverage (basically an open mic night) at USU.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMMERnuZdfU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMMERnuZdfU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came when you called&lt;br /&gt;I did what you asked &lt;br /&gt;Gave you everything you wanted&lt;br /&gt;I offered my help&lt;br /&gt;I offered my heart&lt;br /&gt;phrased words so they complimented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love don't feel like it should&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love..stops your every move&lt;br /&gt;and..I took a chance on you-&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't even notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all the games&lt;br /&gt;sick of all the lies&lt;br /&gt;all the times I comprimised for&lt;br /&gt;I let down my guard&lt;br /&gt;let you slash inside&lt;br /&gt;where I hide dreams behind locked doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love don't feel like it should&lt;br /&gt;sometimes love stops your every move&lt;br /&gt;and I took a chance on you-&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't even notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away- that's fine&lt;br /&gt;I will move on- in time&lt;br /&gt;but when you look back you'll see&lt;br /&gt;you gave up any chance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't even notice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-7126620433956857378?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7126620433956857378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=7126620433956857378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7126620433956857378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7126620433956857378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/didnt-even-notice.html' title='Didn&apos;t Even Notice'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-9136110540902149737</id><published>2008-03-03T00:19:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:08:18.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I award you no points and may god have mercy on your soul</title><content type='html'>Remember how Adam Sandler goes off on "The Puppy Who Lost His Way" in Billy Madison?  And the Principal says "Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to your response" ?  With this new job I feel an awful lot like that Principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I went to Philadelphia.  This is all I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R8unKyLYg6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/hcXDehFqKqY/s1600-h/0228081738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R8unKyLYg6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/hcXDehFqKqY/s400/0228081738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173412400675193762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the view from my balcony at the hotel.  Neat eh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this experience in Philly did prove eventful for me.  I had a very eye opening experience.  You know what that is?  People are dumb.  Seriously dumb.  There are way too many people in this world with little money who are willing to give that money out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for a company who does a training session on Auction Teacher.  Basically this program shows people how to use ebay to make a living.  There are companies out there who will sell you a lot of products for dirt cheap and all you have to do is sell their product for them.  So basically you list the item for them and handle all the customer service.  It is actually a good program.  All I do is answer questions, help with paper work and set up for the seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this training session/seminar we have a speaker who talks a little about which companies to work with and basically gives you a check list to get started.  He also will talk about a few other things and then we sell them a couple packages that will help out their business.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are dumb.  First of all, some of the questions people have about this and ebay are ridiculous.  I honestly feel like I lose intelligence after talking to some of these people.  I didn't know there were this many dumb people in the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's really okay if you don't know anything about a computer and the internet, but you probably shouldn't start a company where you need that knowledge if you don't have it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also shouldn't be giving me your welfare check.  Maybe some of them will actually use this and make money, but I guarantee the majority of people don't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that it is very easy to make a lot of money.  All you need is a hotel ballroom full of stupid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-9136110540902149737?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9136110540902149737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=9136110540902149737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/9136110540902149737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/9136110540902149737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-award-you-no-points-and-may-god-have.html' title='I award you no points and may god have mercy on your soul'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R8unKyLYg6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/hcXDehFqKqY/s72-c/0228081738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-271807388741725629</id><published>2008-02-25T17:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:49:54.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin out, Maxin, Relaxin All Cool</title><content type='html'>With the new job I will be traveling a lot.  Ok, that's basically all I do is travel.  I will probably be in 3 or 4 different states every week. That is neat.  Looks like I better get used to flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week it's Philidelphia.  I am only doing one day for the first couple weeks.  I would ask if there is anything cool to see in Philly, but I really wont have much time to do anything on this trip.  I fly across the country and have to head straight to the hotel.  And fly back early Friday morning.  Maybe I can at least grab a philly sandwhich sometime along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get some pictures... maybe not.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-271807388741725629?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/271807388741725629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=271807388741725629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/271807388741725629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/271807388741725629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/chillin-out-maxin-relaxin-all-cool.html' title='Chillin out, Maxin, Relaxin All Cool'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-4399292262576240101</id><published>2008-02-17T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:56:59.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For Wednesday</title><content type='html'>(Originally posted on January 31, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYk3NhZGNA8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYk3NhZGNA8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all.. Did you know there is a band and a song by Lisa Loeb called Waiting For Wednesday? I didn't either til yesterday. That kinda bugs, I really thought I was completely original with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after posting such a happy song last time, I'll post a break-up song this time. It fits well for my life for multiple reasons at this time actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Months of pain with occasional bliss &lt;br /&gt;left me abused and alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I signed up for this&lt;br /&gt;but I'm packing up to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her smile and seeing her laugh&lt;br /&gt;tears me apart every day.&lt;br /&gt;Convincing my heart what I know in my mind&lt;br /&gt;to heal that's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Wednesday comes I pray to the Lord, &lt;br /&gt;it brings to me peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;When Wednesday goes still praying my Lord&lt;br /&gt;You'll take this thorn from my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting &lt;br /&gt;Waiting &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for Wednesday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-4399292262576240101?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4399292262576240101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=4399292262576240101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4399292262576240101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4399292262576240101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/waiting-for-wednesday.html' title='Waiting For Wednesday'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-8923480346904990660</id><published>2008-02-16T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:32:12.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration for the Underachieving</title><content type='html'>Who needs some motivation?  I was just watching Coach Carter and was reminded of this great quote.  I'll also put another one of my favorites under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Deepest Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;Actually who are we not to be?&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small doesn't serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;We are all meant to shine as children do.&lt;br /&gt;We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marianne Williamson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is on the Air Jordan shoe commercial.  But I love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;It's about knowing where you're going, &lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting where you started.&lt;br /&gt;It's about having the courage to fail, &lt;br /&gt;Not breaking when you are broken.&lt;br /&gt;Taking everything you've been given and making something better.&lt;br /&gt;It's about work before glory.&lt;br /&gt;And what's inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;It's doing what they say you can't.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the shoes, It's what you do in them.&lt;br /&gt;It's about being who you were born to be.&lt;br /&gt;Become Legendary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.  There is your pick me up for the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-8923480346904990660?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8923480346904990660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=8923480346904990660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8923480346904990660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8923480346904990660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/inspiration-for-underachieving.html' title='Inspiration for the Underachieving'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-68294269557267155</id><published>2008-02-14T13:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T14:06:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Hay.  Now I feel obligated.</title><content type='html'>A. The rules are posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;B. Each person answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;C. At the end of the post, the person then tags people and posts their names; then goes to there blog and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;In February of 1998 I was in the 9th grade at Riverview Junior High School.  I was probably 5'9" or 5'10" and had size 14 feet and large ears.  I was hanging out with Scott Davis and Nicole Burnett, and probably was just about to become friends with Matt Sundquist.  I was a good kid and I think I still loved Angie Campasano.  I loved her for 2 years.  I think I was still in the really loud stage of my life but was just about to realize people didn't like really loud annoying people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things on my to do list:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Get a job.  I should hear back from Auction Teacher by Friday or Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;(2) Fix my Neon.  Stupid car hasn't even ran half the time I've had it&lt;br /&gt;(3) Donate my Galant to Cars for Kidneys&lt;br /&gt;(4) Get into the studio and record an album&lt;br /&gt;(5) Get back up to Logan for a couple days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would do if I were suddenly made a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;Invest a lot of the money.  I want to make sure I'll have money for my future.  Buy a nice house for myself.  I am going to customize it so I have my music room in the basement and I'd fill the music room with new Guitars, a nice keyboard, a drum set and sound equipment.  Buy a few new cars.  And I'd buy everyone in my immediate family a house as well.  Oh yeah, and I would travel for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs I have had:&lt;br /&gt;It started out at Papa Murphey's, then A&amp;W and Subway, a couple construction jobs, Tony Roma's, Convergy's (worst place ever), Little Professor Book Store, a camp for troubled teens, Dixie State College of Utah Recruiter, Best Buy, Lagoon and a TA for Public Speaking at USU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  When I perform my eyebrows go crazy.  I don't know why, but I just can't control them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I check cougarboard, facebook and now my blog multiple times a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  If my mustache is getting long I constantly play with it with my tongue and dry out my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things people don't know about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I used to cry a lot when I was little.  I got made fun of so much that I put a block on that emotion.  I very rarely cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;-I've never really tried to master any specific skill. I feel like I can do a lot of things well, but nothing great.&lt;br /&gt;-I have never been in a fight in my life&lt;br /&gt;-Up until a couple years ago I wanted to be a professional athlete over a musician/singer&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not as confident as I appear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tag RJ.  You're it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-68294269557267155?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/68294269557267155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=68294269557267155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/68294269557267155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/68294269557267155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks-hay-now-i-feel-obligated.html' title='Thanks Hay.  Now I feel obligated.'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-7499470826702630048</id><published>2008-02-13T18:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:32:21.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't it always seem to go that you don't what you've got till it's gone?</title><content type='html'>For months I sat at school just waiting for my new life to start.  Waiting to graduate school and move home.  I was done and ready for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is overrated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old life.  I don't necessarily miss having to go to classes and pretending to study.  But I do miss a lot of simple things that I had no idea I would.  Here is a list of things from Logan that I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Everyone sitting downstairs on our laptops "watching" TV&lt;br /&gt;-Throwing the Football and discussing everything sporty with Kenny&lt;br /&gt;-Justin always having some sort advice for any situation and him always taking your side no matter what&lt;br /&gt;-Marty being awkward.  He always has some sort of random saying or gesture he's trying remember to incorporate in his everyday life. &lt;br /&gt;-Matt's constant girl issues.  Because he always had issues, we could always understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;-RJ's always got your back.  That's just how it is.&lt;br /&gt;-10 o'clock's the new 12 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;-Sitting in the Ambassador room &lt;br /&gt;-Po-Bev.&lt;br /&gt;-Silent Elevator Rides&lt;br /&gt;-"tag me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's enough sentimental crap.  The whole point of this post goes back to Joni Mitchell's wise lyric.  "Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you got till it's gone?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not Joni.  I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7QYn3qgNvI/AAAAAAAAADY/R6N45Q06ng8/s1600-h/Joni_Mitchell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7QYn3qgNvI/AAAAAAAAADY/R6N45Q06ng8/s400/Joni_Mitchell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166781745736988402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-7499470826702630048?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7499470826702630048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=7499470826702630048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7499470826702630048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7499470826702630048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-it-always-seem-to-go-that-you-dont.html' title='Don&apos;t it always seem to go that you don&apos;t what you&apos;ve got till it&apos;s gone?'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7QYn3qgNvI/AAAAAAAAADY/R6N45Q06ng8/s72-c/Joni_Mitchell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-1617103983015486523</id><published>2008-02-12T15:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:50:38.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Skinny Kids Get Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7QaNnqgNxI/AAAAAAAAADo/p_lvXBkrLUw/s1600-h/skinny_kid.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7QaNnqgNxI/AAAAAAAAADo/p_lvXBkrLUw/s400/skinny_kid.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166783493788677906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been living at home with the parentals for the last 2 months.  It's not a bad hookup.  I basically have my own apartment in the basement plus a 67 inch DLP HD TV. (Side note: Have any of you ever watched Discovery Channel in HD?  I never knew I liked the Discovery Channel till I saw it in HD.  Awesome)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I promise there is a point to all of that.  Because I have been a bum the last two months and I don't yet have a job, I have a limited supply of money.  Because I have a limited amount of money I can't go eat out for every meal.  Seriously people, ask my roommates at school.  I ate out 75% plus of the time.  I was pretty lucky financially at school with scholarships and grants, so I wasted all my money on food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I eat whatever is in the fridge.  Luckily, my wonderful mother bought me a bountiful supply of hot pockets, corn dogs and burritos.  I grew up on frozen food.  That's really all I know.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point.  The last time I weighed myself at USU on Justin's scale (or Matt's?) I weighed 208 lbs.  Not too bad considering I am pretty freaking tall.   But this morning the scale informed me that I am down to 197 lbs.  I know weight fluctuates, but it's been between 205 and 210 the last couple years.  I have lost over 10 lbs by just eating... a little (and I mean little) healthier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling Hayley I was fat.  She never agreed.  Now I have proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7QaHHqgNwI/AAAAAAAAADg/GmJCEXrSEYY/s1600-h/fatkid.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7QaHHqgNwI/AAAAAAAAADg/GmJCEXrSEYY/s400/fatkid.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166783382119528194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-1617103983015486523?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1617103983015486523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=1617103983015486523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1617103983015486523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1617103983015486523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/even-skinny-kids-get-fat.html' title='Even Skinny Kids Get Fat'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7QaNnqgNxI/AAAAAAAAADo/p_lvXBkrLUw/s72-c/skinny_kid.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-2317037756028181738</id><published>2008-02-11T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:42:23.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun....and Beyond?</title><content type='html'>Lagoon needed an answer.  Tuacahn said "there's a chance you could get called," but told me to take the sure shot.  So I did.  And now once again for 6 nights a week from the end of May til mid September, I will be having the glorious opportunity of experiencing "what fun is."  And you all have to come experience it with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to auditions for Holland-America Cruise Lines on Friday.  It went really, really well.  I will find out here in a couple weeks if I am on their hiring list, but the director was amazingly complimentary of me and I am optimistic about it.  If anything happens, it wont be till, at the earliest, September (after Lagoon).  I really can't imagine anything better than getting paid really well to perform about 3 nights a week (max), not pay for any food (I spend so much money on food), or housing and.. oh yeah...  being out in the Caribbean, basking in the sun.  So, lets just hope I get an offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7QbAHqgNyI/AAAAAAAAADw/VH82EiyahCM/s1600-h/0906_Carib_HAL_title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7QbAHqgNyI/AAAAAAAAADw/VH82EiyahCM/s400/0906_Carib_HAL_title.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166784361372071714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-2317037756028181738?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2317037756028181738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=2317037756028181738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2317037756028181738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2317037756028181738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/summer-funand-beyond.html' title='Summer Fun....and Beyond?'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7QbAHqgNyI/AAAAAAAAADw/VH82EiyahCM/s72-c/0906_Carib_HAL_title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-7610425781080102751</id><published>2008-02-11T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:03:07.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick shout out to Dan Ransom</title><content type='html'>My header picture is from a guy named Dan Ransom.  He is a local photographer and he is ridiculously good.  Check out his website &lt;a href="http://www.danransom.com"&gt;www.danransom.com&lt;/a&gt; .   His photoblog is off the heezy- for sheezy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R6_9VHqgNrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uesoAG33i_I/s1600-h/Rock+Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R6_9VHqgNrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uesoAG33i_I/s320/Rock+Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165625836893648562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you love BYU football as much as I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R6_-9nqgNtI/AAAAAAAAADE/GkjLXWI8jSw/s1600-h/Y+Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R6_-9nqgNtI/AAAAAAAAADE/GkjLXWI8jSw/s400/Y+Flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165627632189978322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man he's good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-7610425781080102751?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7610425781080102751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=7610425781080102751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7610425781080102751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7610425781080102751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/quick-shout-out-to-dan-ransom.html' title='A quick shout out to Dan Ransom'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R6_9VHqgNrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uesoAG33i_I/s72-c/Rock+Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-2755319704049978216</id><published>2008-02-07T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:00:52.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>I promised myself I was going to retire from performing at Lagoon.  I had no desire to audition.  I was just going to work this summer and actually make some money.  Just live the normal non-performing life.  You know, the one that actually makes money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my sister, Mandy, had to go and tell me she wanted to audition.  I decided that I would love to do a show with her so I told her if she auditioned I would as well.  I still wasn't convinced that's what I wanted to do.  Then Lexi had to call me and convince me that it is what I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I auditioned.  There was actually quite a lot of talent there.  My sister did great.  I figured she and I would get cast in the same show and that would be the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I auditioned for Tuacahn anyway.  It was a few days later and I figured "why the heck not?"  They are doing Les Miserables and a couple other good shows,  so I didn't think that I even had a chance because of the popularity of the show, but I did get a call back.  Overall the audition went pretty well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagoon called and offered Mandy and I positions (in different shows) and Mandy declined.  So where does that leave me?  I auditioned for Lagoon again to be in a show with my sister and now that's not happening.  Lagoon needs an answer ASAP.  I want to know if I even have a chance at Tuacahn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to do this all summer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R6raeCUMiLI/AAAAAAAAABo/tjviPBAxSGc/s1600-h/1164293072_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R6raeCUMiLI/AAAAAAAAABo/tjviPBAxSGc/s320/1164293072_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164180132286204082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or wait out for the possibility of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R6raGiUMiKI/AAAAAAAAABg/gPT7THZaH9c/s1600-h/tuacahn-ampetheater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R6raGiUMiKI/AAAAAAAAABg/gPT7THZaH9c/s320/tuacahn-ampetheater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164179728559278242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F it. I don't want to decide.  How about I just go back to school in Logan.  I didn't have to make decisions there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-2755319704049978216?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2755319704049978216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=2755319704049978216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2755319704049978216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/2755319704049978216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R6raeCUMiLI/AAAAAAAAABo/tjviPBAxSGc/s72-c/1164293072_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-6923236251553568174</id><published>2008-02-05T20:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:45:54.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm All At Sea</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my good friend Dallin the other day and he asked me if I was over a girl that I had recently dated. I told him that I was not yet there, but I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now those of you who know me really well know that I often use metaphors to explain my current feelings. I guess I think that I think that I am deep.. Anyway, this time actually turned out to be one of my better ones. I am going to refer back to this metaphor multiple times throughout this blog, so pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to him that it was like I was on a sailboat. All of my bags were packed and the boat was loaded. The sail was up and the boat was slowly drifting away from the shore. I was just waiting for the wind to pick up and take me a sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friends, the wind picked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time since June of last year, I can honestly say that I have lost the desire to be with her. (Sorry Hay, I wish I could say differently). I really wish that it would have come sooner. I wish I didn't have to experience the sleepless nights- The nights where my body physically hurt because of emotional pain. I wish that I wouldn't have been completely broken for my next relationship where I often seemed cold hearted and disengaged. I wish many things would have been different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what pushed me over the edge? The realization that after everything we've been through she never fully trusted me. If the lack of trust was warranted I wouldn't have felt like I did, but I was really hurt. I am an honest person. A bit too honest at times. If being trustworthy, honest, and loyal doesn't earn trust, I sure as heck don't know what will.. Hell, It would probably earn me my eagle scout... (maybe I should start on my Webelos, I never even got that one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that did it. That sent my ship sailing away. And I must say the air is a lot crisper out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7Qbz3qgNzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fQ-Grh_8BvY/s1600-h/sailboat-at-dusk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7Qbz3qgNzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fQ-Grh_8BvY/s400/sailboat-at-dusk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166785250430302002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-6923236251553568174?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6923236251553568174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=6923236251553568174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6923236251553568174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6923236251553568174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-all-at-sea.html' title='I&apos;m All At Sea'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R7Qbz3qgNzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fQ-Grh_8BvY/s72-c/sailboat-at-dusk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-342158781010013214</id><published>2008-02-05T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:44:19.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Let You Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-133c2011085fe596" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D133c2011085fe596%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329935356%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42CA242B071A23B1963EEA4622119375FE2F22F7.3AFC91FBDBD49C13354609ACF76E693AFBF1C89%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D133c2011085fe596%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D797w2hyqqrZXaLmiMV3mM3SaR8Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D133c2011085fe596%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329935356%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42CA242B071A23B1963EEA4622119375FE2F22F7.3AFC91FBDBD49C13354609ACF76E693AFBF1C89%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D133c2011085fe596%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D797w2hyqqrZXaLmiMV3mM3SaR8Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eye shadow always matches what you wear&lt;br /&gt;You always seem to care what others think about you&lt;br /&gt;You try and mold me to what you think I should be &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you drive me crazy. You drive me up the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I hold you close &lt;br /&gt;And then I see you smile, &lt;br /&gt;And when that lip starts to curl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my doubts and my fears simply go away&lt;br /&gt;50-50 couldn’t change what I’m about to say&lt;br /&gt;“I get lost in your eyes as they search my soul&lt;br /&gt;And when I find myself I know - I can’t let you go”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wounded hearts preventing what we could be&lt;br /&gt;Delaying a recovery - closing open minds&lt;br /&gt;Your pensive brows warn me I should worry&lt;br /&gt;Our future could be blurry. Our doubts will hold us down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I hold you close &lt;br /&gt;And then I see you smile, &lt;br /&gt;And when that lip starts to curl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my doubts and my fears simply go away&lt;br /&gt;50-50 couldn’t change what I’m about to say&lt;br /&gt;“I get lost in your eyes as they search my soul&lt;br /&gt;And when I find myself I know - I can’t let you go”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always question our compatibility&lt;br /&gt;You’ve always been so needy. I've never been enough&lt;br /&gt;Our two worlds started pretty far away&lt;br /&gt;But they collided on that Sunday, and I’m sure glad they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I hold you close, &lt;br /&gt;And when I see you smile, &lt;br /&gt;And when that lip starts to curl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my doubts and my fears simply go away&lt;br /&gt;50-50 couldn’t change what I’m about to say&lt;br /&gt;“I get lost in your eyes as they search my soul&lt;br /&gt;And when I find myself I know - I can’t let you go”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-342158781010013214?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=133c2011085fe596&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/342158781010013214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=342158781010013214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/342158781010013214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/342158781010013214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-let-you-go.html' title='I Can&apos;t Let You Go'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-131766161316207040</id><published>2007-12-23T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:46:23.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R24RylQiLzI/AAAAAAAAABI/mhkzJCaK1Vc/s1600-h/P1000952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R24RylQiLzI/AAAAAAAAABI/mhkzJCaK1Vc/s320/P1000952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147070984823648050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it.  Just three days short of my 25th birthday I graduated from USU.  "Now what?" You are probably asking yourself.  And you know my answer to that question is? ....  I dunno.  Good answer huh. Yeah, I don't know what to do with my life. Oh well.  I still only have to fend for myself, so I guess I can still be a bum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-131766161316207040?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/131766161316207040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=131766161316207040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/131766161316207040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/131766161316207040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R24RylQiLzI/AAAAAAAAABI/mhkzJCaK1Vc/s72-c/P1000952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-8182691236749197446</id><published>2007-12-06T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:25:30.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To Today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1howKVBlXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/v-_OgRZGuRM/s1600-h/Photo+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1howKVBlXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/v-_OgRZGuRM/s320/Photo+112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140974151258969458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I have been writing some blogs for a while now.  Most of them are not updates, but you can probably see a lot more of me in them than you could by me just updating everyone on my status day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back and read how my last couple years have been.  And from now on I'll start posting more updates with pictures starting with this post..  Yeah, I know... I rock pretty hard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hmK6VBlUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mrry5nT9wnI/s1600-h/DSCN0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hmK6VBlUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mrry5nT9wnI/s320/DSCN0788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140971312285586754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Transfer Ambassadors at our Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cope out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-8182691236749197446?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8182691236749197446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=8182691236749197446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8182691236749197446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8182691236749197446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-to-today.html' title='Welcome To Today!!'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1howKVBlXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/v-_OgRZGuRM/s72-c/Photo+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-1850340701212091209</id><published>2007-12-06T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:06:58.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me or Hate Me that is the Question</title><content type='html'>(originally posted on November 24, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse. Yup, I curse. Sometimes a lot. I don't hide it either. That is something that probably could and one day will be toned down a lot. &lt;br /&gt;You know what else? I am opinionated. I say what I feel and sometimes it's mean. I am who I am. You can probably see 90% of my flaws within 30 min of meeting me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like me, that's fine. Just don't go spreading false things about me. You can say all of the true things about me to anyone you want to. That's fine. What I've done and said is fair game. But YOUR interpretation of what I've said or who I am is not okay to go shouting out from the mountains tops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I swear does not make me a bad person. The fact that I am confident does not make me a player. Seriously? Nice judgement people. You really have no idea who I am. I know you are just trying to protect someone close to you, but do it tactfully--and honestly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am not fake you don't respect me. Tell me how much sense that makes. I don't worry about my image and what you think about me, so therefore I am a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. I love everyone sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-1850340701212091209?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1850340701212091209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=1850340701212091209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1850340701212091209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1850340701212091209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-me-or-hate-me-that-is-question.html' title='Love Me or Hate Me that is the Question'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-5738411082061824567</id><published>2007-12-06T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:05:51.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Goodbye</title><content type='html'>(originally posted on November 1, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three hours passed before the inevitable was finally approached. Neither one of us wanted it to come, but we both knew the time had come to let it happen. No words were needed. We had one final elongated embrace, I got out of the car and it was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of getting to that point wasn’t as easy as the actual action. It all started out with at least a half hour of relationship repair. I had hurt her. Actually, I should say my actions hurt her. I didn’t do anything to intentionally hurt her feelings; I did it to help myself. But from what I did, she felt disrespected. I understood that. I knew as I was kissing someone else she wouldn’t be too excited if she found out. But SHE broke up with ME. Had my intentions been to kiss someone to shove it in her face, than I would have been at fault completely. That’s not ok. But having someone actually show me affection was so refreshing. I never understood how important that is in a relationship (it is important to note that the reason there was a lack of affection in our relationship was valid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for the overall atmosphere in the car to be calm enough where we could both speak freely and not feel attacked by the other. But I think both of us were able to understand each other and felt understood by the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was cleared up, the waiting began. Topics were discussed, repeated and hammered to the ground. We both knew what the other was thinking. We both knew that the other was avoiding the inevitable. Logically we were both prepared for the separation. We had been officially broken up for a while, but now was the time when it all had to be for real. We had to say goodbye. Our hearts were not ready, but sometimes for your hearts own good you have to let logic take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been waiting for this day for weeks. My heart needed to be away from her. Weekdays were always good and I could start to move on, but the second I saw her, all of my emotions came screaming back throughout my body. So the fact that the day had finally come was supposed to such a relief. It wasn’t supposed to be that hard. Sometimes closing the door completely isn’t as easy as you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-5738411082061824567?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5738411082061824567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=5738411082061824567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5738411082061824567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/5738411082061824567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/hardest-goodbye.html' title='The Hardest Goodbye'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-4421862335023199101</id><published>2007-12-06T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:04:43.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Broken, but fixable</title><content type='html'>(originally posted on September 23, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried today for the first time since my grandpa died. Nathan James Copier does not cry.. anymore. I was a cry baby growing up, but I can't even force it out anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what it told me? I really do think that I loved her. Notice the past tense. I have had strong feelings for people before, but nothing that has caused me to release my emotions in that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told her I loved her. That would have just caused problems. (awkward, I know) But I told her how much I liked her all time. I treated her better than I have ever treated anybody. And you know why I did it? Because I wanted to. I felt so strongly for her that I was always trying to do nice things for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were going great. I was really enjoying every minute with her and I thought about her all the time. But then school started. We go to different schools, so I started seeing her less and less. For me that caused me to want to talk with her all the time. For her, well, I guess that caused her to want to think about her missionary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I lost out to a missionary. "Seriously?" you may ask, "He's thousands of miles away and you lost a girl to him?" Yeah, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I believe too much in true love to try and change her mind. If she is not going to feel the same amount of love for me that she feels for him, I don't want her to be with me. That's not fair to anyone. I deserve to be loved, and she deserves to be with someone she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about it is I am completely scared of the future. I have confidence that I will find someone to feel so deeply about, but it scares me that I may not. After experiencing what I have these last few months, I don't want to have to live much longer without love in my life. It feels so good to care so much for someone and know that they feel the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else scares me? Having her in my life provided me with some direction. I wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen, but I was willing to stick around and find out. Now I have no f-ing clue what will happen or where I'll be in January. That really does scare me. I know I will land on my feet, but I don't want to have to jump just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurts. A lot. I really just want to be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-4421862335023199101?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4421862335023199101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=4421862335023199101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4421862335023199101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4421862335023199101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-broken-but-fixable.html' title='I&apos;m Broken, but fixable'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-8848450126224883290</id><published>2007-12-06T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:03:02.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communicate for a Happy Nate</title><content type='html'>(originally posted on September 15, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication. There is an old Cliche about it. "You can't not communicate." This basically implies that everything you do is communicating something to others. What you wear is saying something about you to anyone who sees you. If you don't write someone back who texts you, you are communicating something to them. Cool huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what drives me insane? Not communicating. "But Nate," you might say, "you just told me that you can't not communicate. Aren't you contradicting yourself?" No. I'm not. The fact that she's not communicating with me is communicating something to me. But that's not good enough. Please open your mouth and talk to me. I go crazy not knowing what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else drives me insane? Road Construction. Is Udot really that retarded? How long has it taken you to work on I-15 in Ogden? Oh, you don't know? I do. Too damn long. Seriously. What the hell. Don't close the freeway at night and make me drive through Ogden. I hate Ogden. The only good thing that ever came out of Ogden was the movie "Drive Me Crazy" and that wasn't even very good. Please Udot, don't make my long ass drive home any less pleasant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What long ass drive you ask? Oh, just the 140 miles I drive almost every day to work. And you know what greets me at mile 130? A red light. In the middle of freaking-podunk-i-don't-even-know-what-city, there is a stop light. I have never seen anyone on this intersecting street, yet the light is always red when I get to it. Why mysterious stop light do you do this to me? Not only are you hurting my Gas Mileage, but you make me actually have to use my feet to drive. I don't want to use my feet to drive in freaking-podunk-I-don't-even-know-what-city. I want to use my cruise control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the title of this blog/note is not fitting for all of the subject matter Marty. I don't care. Grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar Lession #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one goes out to all my Brothers. The word is mouTH. Not mouf. Teeth, not teef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sarah, the word "no" only has one syllable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-8848450126224883290?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8848450126224883290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=8848450126224883290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8848450126224883290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/8848450126224883290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/communicate-for-happy-nate.html' title='Communicate for a Happy Nate'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-9179851648240945697</id><published>2007-12-06T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:01:52.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave It How You Found It</title><content type='html'>(originally August 6, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this about 3 years ago about no one. It now describes exactly how I feel about someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it how you found it&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Leave it how you found it&lt;br /&gt;So at the of my road there's an open door&lt;br /&gt;How you found it,&lt;br /&gt;How it was when you met me&lt;br /&gt;How you found it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to love you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;But there's a feeling deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;That just wont go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I want you there&lt;br /&gt;But if you have to leave me&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me in Despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you- my world stops spinning for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you- I hold you closer than I've ever held someone before&lt;br /&gt;I need to you. &lt;br /&gt;Remember who I am and that I'm fragile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it how you found it&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Leave it how you found it&lt;br /&gt;So at the of my road there's an open door&lt;br /&gt;How you found it,&lt;br /&gt;How it was when you met me&lt;br /&gt;How you found it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-9179851648240945697?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9179851648240945697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=9179851648240945697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/9179851648240945697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/9179851648240945697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/leave-it-how-you-found-it.html' title='Leave It How You Found It'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-6464947289574417605</id><published>2007-12-06T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:08:57.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Blabberings of the ADD Kid</title><content type='html'>So it's raining outside and the satellite is out. Therefore I am stuck doing something my good friend Marty does quite frequently. No, you dirty minded freaks, I am talking about writing a blog. Here is what's going through my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought #1: Recently Returned Missionaries are big dorks. I think a few of us escaped the awkward stage pretty quickly, but most of them really need a mentor walking around with them informing them what is socially acceptable and what isn't. Since I cannot and will not commit to such an obligation for any price that any of you can afford, I will offer one piece of advice out of the goodness of my heart: YOU CANNOT TUCK YOUR BUTTON UP SHIRTS IN TO YOUR JEANS. Sorry peeps, that just doesn't fly. In fact, you really shouldn't be tucking much of anything in. So until you are capable of good judgement again mister recently returned missionary, leave the tucking in for sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought #2: I don't get you girls. Maybe it's cause I call you all girls instead of Women. I don't know. I just don't get what goes through your heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought #3: If someone looks annoyed with you, don't try to use your "niceness" to try and fix it. There is a reason they are annoyed with you and maybe they just need some space to get over it. Seriously, being fake isn't going to help the situation. I know your heart is in the right place and your mom always told you to "kill people with niceness," but really all you are doing is making me want to stab you in the jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought #4: Rock Band is coming out in November for PS3 and Xbox 360. I am not really into video games, but with this game I know I am doomed to many more sleepless nights up at school. Having an apartment full of competitive musicians doesn't help either. We all get obsessed. Let's just pray I still graduate on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1iO_6VBlaI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bZq5d2lNc8/s1600-h/2inthemorn037kd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1iO_6VBlaI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bZq5d2lNc8/s320/2inthemorn037kd5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141016203283764642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(originally posted on August 3, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar Lesson: When do you use "I" and when do you use "me"? Sounds easy huh? Well all of you suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct sentence: My friends and I are going to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Incorrect Sentence: Me and my friends are going to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Correct sentence: My mom is taking me and my friends to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Incorrect sentence: My mom is taking my friends and I to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite simple. If you drop "my friends" would you say me or I? Do you say "Me am going to a movie?" or "My mom is taking I to a movie?" NO. Not even Germans who suck at english say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think before you speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people I still hear "I could care less" all the time. I even hear it on TV. Really how hard is it to add one syllable to your phrase to correct it? It's not. CouldN'T. Seriously people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-6464947289574417605?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6464947289574417605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=6464947289574417605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6464947289574417605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6464947289574417605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-blabberings-of-add-kid.html' title='Random Blabberings of the ADD Kid'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1iO_6VBlaI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bZq5d2lNc8/s72-c/2inthemorn037kd5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-1660615752285837281</id><published>2007-12-06T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:58:15.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game (don't worry 50 Cent, not that The Game)</title><content type='html'>(orginally posted on July 21, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I am talking about. If you don't, you probably don't get out much: The Game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate playing it, but it's a necessary evil. If she is completely into me and doesn't play the game, I get bored and the "relationship" will last maybe two weeks. I know it's sad. I wish that wasn't the case, but it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the game is being played, you never know where you stand. One second everything seems perfect, the next you feel like you can't do anything right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how interested I was going to be. I just thought I would take it slow and see what happens. I'll be honest, I still moved too fast. She hasn't really kissed that many guys and how long do I wait before I kiss her? I don't. It was the first "official" date. I could tell she was a little nervous about being played at first and I was never intending that to happen, but she probably had good reason to worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she played her cards right. I am normally the one with control of the situation, but she definitely is in control. She'll show me enough attention to keep me around. She makes just enough time for me in the week to make me feel she's into me. Sometimes however, I feel like she blows me off. Of course, she's always really sweet when she does it, but that doesn't change the fact that she does it. I don't know what she wants. That drives me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, that's what keeps me interested. She's into me. She not into me. She's into me. She's not into me. F the game, I don't think I'll ever win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-1660615752285837281?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1660615752285837281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=1660615752285837281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1660615752285837281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1660615752285837281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/game-dont-worry-50-cent-not-that-game.html' title='The Game (don&apos;t worry 50 Cent, not that The Game)'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-6080300949613982459</id><published>2007-12-06T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:56:48.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Opportunity</title><content type='html'>(Originally posted in June 6, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of recent findings, I was reminded of some lyrics I wrote about an event that happened about 5 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life time chance before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but the immature brain doesn't realize&lt;br /&gt;That when the heart speaks - It's a voice you can't ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her the eye as she walks by,&lt;br /&gt;All confidence is lost, I cannot lie&lt;br /&gt;But when she looked at me - She wrote it on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she the one who's gonna mean the world to me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss this opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Do I lose my pride and tell her how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Or will she know if I just keep my lips sealed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel inside that she could really be the one-&lt;br /&gt;The one I wake up next to when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Does she feel the same about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed Opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out - Wussin Out&lt;br /&gt;Try to tell her how I feel - But I lose the words &lt;br /&gt;and the courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the words - &lt;br /&gt;But I missed my chance&lt;br /&gt;Each night it gets harder to tell her how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she the one who's gonna mean the world to me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss this opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Do I lose my pride and tell her how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Or will she know if I just keep my lips sealed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel inside that she could really be the one-&lt;br /&gt;The one I wake up next to when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Does she feel the same about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed Opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time fades away and I must go&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta leave the girl behind&lt;br /&gt;I wussed out - And I knew that she could tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go,&lt;br /&gt;Our last goodbye, &lt;br /&gt;I could actually the hurt in her eye&lt;br /&gt;Our last embrace - I never wanted to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she the one who's could have mean the world to me?&lt;br /&gt;Did I go and miss my opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Do I lose my pride and tell her how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Or will she know if I just keep my lips sealed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel inside that she could really be the one-&lt;br /&gt;The one I wake up next to when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Did she feel the same about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed Opportunity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-6080300949613982459?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6080300949613982459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=6080300949613982459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6080300949613982459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/6080300949613982459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/missed-opportunity.html' title='Missed Opportunity'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-7021845307479199856</id><published>2007-12-06T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:53:25.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord For John Mayer</title><content type='html'>Music has such a power. It can bring back such strong emotions. Whether the emotions remind me of good times or bad, I love basking in them. There are certain songs that can bring you back somewhere so vividly that it seems you are there again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel like the artist got in your head and your heart, picked out your thoughts and emotions and slapped them down on a page. John Mayer seems to do that to me over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His music inspires me. Not only to want to become a better musician and lyricist, but in life as well. Thank you Lord for John Mayer to help me get through the down times in life. I have continual eye opening experiences just by listening to his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John- thank you for being the shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pmpShCULwXk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pmpShCULwXk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-7021845307479199856?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7021845307479199856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=7021845307479199856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7021845307479199856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7021845307479199856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-you-lord-for-john-mayer.html' title='Thank You Lord For John Mayer'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-4377763892507820802</id><published>2007-12-06T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:43:28.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side</title><content type='html'>I guess I deserved it. I've put girls through the exact same thing. And as cool, calm and collected as I may have seemed, I was pretty riled up. Having euphemisms thrown out all evening long explaining that I am not good enough for her really made the evening fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give her credit. She didn't want to say it. In fact, she didn't even want to feel that way. But she does. She said multiple times that it is probably something she should get over, that it's not that important. But it obviously was. The things she was so bothered about were small petty things, in my opinion. But if they bug her, they bug her. I don't want someone to have to force themselves to want to be with me.. I guess I am just a hopeless romantic. I expect fireworks on both ends of a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time I would have changed for her – Ironically, at one time I wouldn't have needed to change for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most is that she couldn't even see the type of person I really am. She let these stupid things hang over my head. She has no idea I have the same goals as she does. She is still blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the irony of the whole situation. After we stopped dating the first time, she told me that she thought all she was to me was just another girl with a pretty face who laughed at my jokes. Yeah, it turns out she's the shallow one. I'm the one who got who used. She's all about being with me when it's convenient, but when it's not I don't exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on this end sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-4377763892507820802?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4377763892507820802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=4377763892507820802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4377763892507820802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/4377763892507820802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/other-side.html' title='The Other Side'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-7675666590945191030</id><published>2007-12-06T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:42:18.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart, Equations, and an Idiom</title><content type='html'>As I was on my weekly sunday night/monday morning @ 12am Wal-Mart run, I found myself quite perturbed. Why, if you only have one set of your two doors operational in the evening, would you only have the middle check out lanes open? Everyone has to go in and out of those doors anyway. How very inconvenient. I go on these runs to feed my impulse buying addiction, and you want to delay my quick fix by making me walk across half the store, just so I'll buy another candy bar? F that. We really need to change that. Where's the suggestion box in Wal-Mart anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I need a girl in my life. No, not because I am 24 and single, but because I need to write some new songs with soul wrenching lyrics. So, I'll be holding auditions for any attractive females who are willing to stir up my emotions. Sure, we can date for love at first, but then you are going to have to cheat on me or something. Yeah, we all love those happy, cheesy love songs, but when the music really effects our emotions is when the song is a depressing tune with emotion ridden lyrics about the messy break up. Hit me up if you're interested. I promise to immortalize you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that last paragraph shallow? No. I said I want an ATTRACTIVE girl to break my heart, because I do. Sorry, but realistically speaking if I am not attracted to you, you probably are not going to break my heat. No broken heart means no soul wrenching lyrics. Without soul wrenching lyrics neither one of us will be immortalized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ridiculous equations, anybody hear about that lady who sold her baby to a couple for a car and cash??? Yeah, that's definitely a sad, twisted story. The worst part of the story, however, is the news coverage on it. I'm not sure if it was FOX news or CNN, but one of those prominent, trusted, national news stations actually formulated an equation to show while they were covering this story. The equation consisted of a picture of an automobile, a + symbol, a picture of cash, an = sign, a picture of a baby, and then (my favorite part of all) a question mark. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Please bless that was some clueless intern's first big project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here's the Grammar lesson for the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy says something to Hannah such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hanz, we're in a gang, but our room is sooooo messy! Let's be birds and clean it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Hannah replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could care less if our room is a mess! Hey, that rhymed,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Hannah just say? She wanted to say that she really didn't care that their room is a mess, but that's not what she said. She said that she COULD care less. Does that make sense? No, it does not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct phrase is "I couldN'T care less" In other words, there is no possible way that I could care less about our room being messy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COULDN'T CARE LESS.. Use it, Love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cope Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-7675666590945191030?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7675666590945191030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=7675666590945191030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7675666590945191030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7675666590945191030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/wal-mart-equations-and-idiom.html' title='Wal-Mart, Equations, and an Idiom'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-1668436212525780040</id><published>2007-12-06T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:40:35.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't Even Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMMERnuZdfU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMMERnuZdfU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came when you called&lt;br /&gt;I did what you asked &lt;br /&gt;gave you everything you wanted&lt;br /&gt;I offered my help&lt;br /&gt;I offered my heart&lt;br /&gt;phrased words so they complimented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love don't feel like it should&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love stops your every move&lt;br /&gt;and I took a chance on you-&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't even notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all the games&lt;br /&gt;sick of all the lies&lt;br /&gt;together times I comprimised for&lt;br /&gt;I let down my guard&lt;br /&gt;let you slash inside&lt;br /&gt;where..I hide dreams behind locked doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love don't feel like it should&lt;br /&gt;sometimes love stops your every move&lt;br /&gt;and I took a chance on you-&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't even notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away- that's fine&lt;br /&gt;I will move on- in time&lt;br /&gt;but when you look back you'll see&lt;br /&gt;you gave up any chance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didn't even notice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-1668436212525780040?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1668436212525780040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=1668436212525780040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1668436212525780040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/1668436212525780040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/she-didnt-even-notice.html' title='Didn&apos;t Even Notice'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-3729037946829723996</id><published>2007-12-06T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:09:28.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Just Not That Into Me</title><content type='html'>Call me a flaiming homosexual if you want, but I was listening to an audio book tonight that inspired me. It just may have been called "He's Just Not That Into You." It's actually a pretty funny book. The whole book basically says if a guy doesn't appear to be into it (a relationship), he probably really isn't. It really got me thinking about a certain situation. I felt as naive as some of those girls in this book. And that's when I decided.....she's just not that into me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to make sure of it and call her and confess my true feelings. Although it was hard to get out what I wanted to say, it was really relieving. I basically got the answer I was expecting. I am not going to shut the door on that opportunity, but for now I am not going to dwell on it. It is what it is. At least she knows now exactly how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, right now I am in seventh heaven over another girl. Am I scared to death at the same time? You bet your buttons I am. She broke my heart once and quite possibly will do it again. But this time we are going to take it slow. Build up the intimacy that is necessary to have a real relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for the possibilites, but realistic at the same time. I have to keep my feet on the ground until I know she's air born. It takes two to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-3729037946829723996?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3729037946829723996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=3729037946829723996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/3729037946829723996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/3729037946829723996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/shes-just-not-that-into-me.html' title='She&apos;s Just Not That Into Me'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-71736625534187876</id><published>2007-12-06T13:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:08:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>What Sucks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having someone you care deeply about and would do anything for, and having them not even notice. Wanting to tell them your deep innermost feelings and how they have complete control over them, but not having the courage to say anything because you don't want to ruin "what you have." Sitting home alone listening to depressing songs who's lyrics feel like they were ripped right out of your depressed, doubting heart and forcing yourself to relive every moment you've spent with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Doesn't Suck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a freaking awesome weekend. First of all, I was in St. George. I am a big fan of that place. It feels like home. More importantly though, sitting and enjoying your time with someone who makes you completely forget that you were a lovesick fool. And because of this company, feeling like there is light seeping down through the dark rain clouds of emotional despair, allowing you to understand that you could live without her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-71736625534187876?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/71736625534187876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=71736625534187876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/71736625534187876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/71736625534187876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/roller-coaster.html' title='Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Nathan Copier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274269902386569067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6MeUhxH-Nhs/R1hqTKVBlZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4I5AEmjcXuU/S220/Photo+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470895382653442403.post-7947759784852942392</id><published>2007-12-06T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:07:33.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Revealed</title><content type='html'>I don't think you understand exactly how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;That what burns inside me, is something that is real.&lt;br /&gt;I think about you every day, each night of you I dream,&lt;br /&gt;But now with you so far away, I should give up it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vowed that I never would, the rest of my days down here-&lt;br /&gt;Neglect the yearning of my heart and run away in fear.&lt;br /&gt;For you I'll battle if I must, for you my sword I'll wield,&lt;br /&gt;For you will be my everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my heart revealed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470895382653442403-7947759784852942392?l=copeingwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeingwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7947759784852942392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470895382653442403&amp;postID=7947759784852942392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470895382653442403/posts/default/7947759784852942392'/><link rel='self' 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butterflies that used to fill my soul&lt;br /&gt;and hoping there's another who will void this empty hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision of the future is impaired by things gone by.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is now forever afraid to pick up wings and fly.&lt;br /&gt;You never fully understood what or who I am &lt;br /&gt;didnt think that I was one whose goals with yours would blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You barely caught a glimpse of what is past my rough exterior&lt;br /&gt;Never saw that how you were made me feel inferior &lt;br /&gt;The one for me will see through my tough guy facade &lt;br /&gt;and love me and my weaknesses and not care that I'm flawed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often my mind returns to thoughts of what might have been.&lt;br /&gt;I realize now the story we wrote actually had an end.&lt;br /&gt;And now I yearn for the one whose presence makes me shiver.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter when she comes, just that shes mine forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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