<?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-8130540466962489559</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:33:19.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thinking</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-8258315733270135122</id><published>2008-05-13T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:15:36.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics to "Counting on You" from High School Musical on stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are for all those poor people who had no idea, lyrics to one of the best songs in the High School Musical stage show. (Note: bold is singing. Not bold is talking) (another note, when i say all, i mean all except Troy and Gabriella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troy, Gabriella:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry I'm late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chad: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not good enough, Captain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not good enough, Gabriella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jocks, Brainiacs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get'cha head in the game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a choice that you have to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it's pretty plain to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zeke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're either out or in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Martha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You either lose or win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jocks, Brainiacs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you going to turn your back on history?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the legend that you're a part of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the job that you were born to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't let us down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You gotta come through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause we're counting on, counting on, counting on, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabriella:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What history?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What legend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(At each name, Chad and Taylor flip over a picture on a flipchart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Spider" Bill Natrine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harriet Tubman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zeke:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam "Slamma-Jamma" Netletter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Martha:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madame Curie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jason:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Thunderclap" Hap Haddon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kratnoff:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think these Wildcat legends won championships by worrying about some brainiac chick or auditioning for musicals?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think these paradigms of education and accomplishment concerned themselves with Jocks or auditioning for musicals?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jocks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check out the champions who came before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hail the hero that you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brainiacs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And put away that dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'cause there's no "I" in "Team"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the sacrifice is worth it, we all agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jocks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You just have to keep your focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brainiacs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And forget about "You know who"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't let us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You gotta come through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'cause we're counting on, counting on, counting on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Taylor and Chad flip the flipcharts. There is a picture of Coach and Troy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabriella:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Troy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heartbreak Bolton. Missed the last basket of the 1981 Championships. Do it for him, Troy. Give him the championship he always dreamed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heartbreak Bolton. Another lost-cause, bonehead, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basketballus moronus&lt;/span&gt; jock. But you... you're the future of civilization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jocks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're next in the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're part of the chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now that we can make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't break it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Martha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the heir apparent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's what everyone says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brainiacs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Frida Kahlo, Indira Gandhi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rosa Parks, Amelia Earhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Gabriella Montez&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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;(Gabriella Montez!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Jocks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Gabriella Montez!)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bolton! Bolton! Bolton! Bolton! Bolton!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now the pressure is way up high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which way are you gonna go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You gonna sing a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or are you gonna be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trade your fantasies in for the thing you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The destiny you've been handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only thing that you can do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't let us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've gotta come through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause we're counting on you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you guys don't know that I'll put one hundred and ten percent of my guts into that game, then you don't know me at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, We're counting on you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabriella:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought you were my friends- win together, lose together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're counting on you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm for the team. I've always been for the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So don't let us down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabriella:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What about what matters for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You gotta come through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're counting on, counting on, counting on-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troy, Gabriella:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arrghhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130540466962489559-8258315733270135122?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8258315733270135122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=8258315733270135122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/8258315733270135122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/8258315733270135122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/05/lyrics-to-counting-on-you-from-high.html' title='Lyrics to &quot;Counting on You&quot; from High School Musical on stage'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-7858310978609749526</id><published>2008-04-19T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:42:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on my backyard</title><content type='html'>My backyard is my favorite place in the house.&lt;div&gt;a) It's where I can chill out without having to listen to my mom/dad/sisters 24/7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) The porch swing is the perfect place to read, go on my laptop, do homework, sleep, paint, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) There's a lot to look at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are currently growing grass and a garden. I had to build a string contraption to keep the birds away. Speaking of birds, one of them made a nest very near my brother's sandbox. I would like to figure out what kind it is... It's small and the guy has a red chest. Other than that they are just gray. No, it is not a robin. I would have figured that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my own mint plants. They are really cute and I like to watch them grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a trampoline that I broke my elbow on once. I was trying to do a handspring off my older sister's knee and I snapped my elbow. Had surgery the next day and got a screw in my arm. Two. Inches. Long. I have the scar to prove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not related to topic, but Cathy has just commented on my Zac Efron post. She disagrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On topic, Occasionally I like to  ut the grass, but not very often. We have a TON of plants back here. Trees near the fence, the garden, the grass, the holly on the side, the plant we thought was strawberrys but has grown nothing but white flowers and leaves, and of corse the weeds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an enemy here. His name is simply Fat Lizard. If I ever catch the annoying brute he will be the first living thing I disect since the flower in Science class. Unless I just decide to hypnotise it. I wonder if he's a Bluebelly... I wonder how I know it's a guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. Zen mode, meet the backyard porch swing and my pretend shot at paradise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8130540466962489559-7858310978609749526?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7858310978609749526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=7858310978609749526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/7858310978609749526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/7858310978609749526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts-on-my-backyard.html' title='Thoughts on my backyard'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-7707797460283132219</id><published>2008-04-19T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:28:12.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on: "Meet Me in St. Louis"</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know. I see a ton of musicals. Accually I don't on a normal basis, but all of my friends have been performing lately so all of the few of you who accually read this will just have to grin and bear my talking about it!!! *pouting*&lt;div&gt;Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis, Meet me at the faaaaaair. Anyhow this show is about the Smith family of one guy and four girls and about the three oldest girls romantic relationships with a guy from New York and the boy next door. It was the school play at The King's Academy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIGHLIGHTS!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, Scratch the highlights, I'm totally braindead becuase I just read a great book and good books have a gianormous effect on me. I will add on to this post when I remember stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: PETER AND DANIEL AND NATALIE YOU GUYS ROCKED!!! In Peter's case, literally. Yes, I saw you with that banjo telling the other guy not to treat it like an electric guitar. Some advice, SMILE! Natalie needed no problem with that, I guess it's a girl thing. :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130540466962489559-7707797460283132219?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7707797460283132219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=7707797460283132219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/7707797460283132219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/7707797460283132219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts-on-meet-me-in-st-louis.html' title='Thoughts on: &quot;Meet Me in St. Louis&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-250772047529862272</id><published>2008-04-13T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:45:26.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on: "Little Shop of Horrors"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/SAJ-7wHsQAI/AAAAAAAAABg/dY-dw_Xipmo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/SAJ-7wHsQAI/AAAAAAAAABg/dY-dw_Xipmo/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188849285678776322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second musical I saw this week!  Once again, I bought my favorite songs on my Ipod. &lt;div&gt;Little Shop of Horrors is easily summarized. It's about an orphan named Seymor who lives on Skid Row, a bad place downtown that has lots of hobos and underachievers etc., with a man named Mr. Mushnik, who owns a flower shop. Seymor works for him there, along with a girl named Audrey, who Seymor is in love with. Seymor has a liking for strange plants, and one day during an eclipse of the sun, he finds an unusual form of Venus Flytrap which he names Audrey 2. The plant makes the shop very popular, but it eats blood. Disaster ensues, along with crazy dentists, money-hungry Mr. Mushniks, and true lovers that get eaten. Here are some highlights that I liked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most famous line: "Feed me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In, "Somewhere that's green":  "While we watch Lucy on a big, humoungus, twelve inch screen!" "and a fence with real chain link!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orin: "I'm sorry what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey: "I'm sorry doctor!" &lt;orin&gt; "Doctor!" look "Doctor!" three quick looks "Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!" looks at Seymor&lt;/orin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seymor: "Doctor!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've given you pot ash, and water to sip. You've given me zip!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best Song/scene: close tie between "Skid Row" and "Dentist"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the actors did an amazing job! It was a great show with a terrible moral. I recomend it highly for everyone over 12. All little children will be very scared, it is a horror show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I got 3 autographs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130540466962489559-250772047529862272?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/250772047529862272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=250772047529862272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/250772047529862272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/250772047529862272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts-on-little-shop-of-horrors.html' title='Thoughts on: &quot;Little Shop of Horrors&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/SAJ-7wHsQAI/AAAAAAAAABg/dY-dw_Xipmo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-9091664680911521782</id><published>2008-04-10T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:23:48.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on: Eponine from Les Miserables</title><content type='html'>If you have no idea what I am talking about when I say "Les Miserables", go look it up or buy tickets and see the musical before you continue reading.&lt;div&gt;Eponine is one of my favorite characters in Les Mis. She is the daughter of two innkeepers, who recieve Cosette, Fantine's child, and tell her they will take care of her. Instead, they spoil Eponine and tourture Cosette. In her later life, Eponine is forced to take a different last name to hide her parents, and falls in love with Marius. One problem, Marius falls in love with Cosette. This is all I know of Eponine, from Wikipedia and the music from Les Mis because I haven't seen it, but I'm going to be in Les Mis next summer and I am hoping for this part. I think a lot of people can relate to her. Someone you love doesn't love you, or everything you do is influenced by your parents.  She is a little selfish too. I've heard that she ends up dieing to save Marius. Wow. That is huge. Who in your life do you love enough to die for? Maybe your parents, or your siblings, or your pet. But a guy? I guess when you get that in love nothing else matters. Some people are, some aren't. Eponine was, Marius wasn't. Cosette just sat there and watched it all happen. She's kind of dim witted if you ask me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130540466962489559-9091664680911521782?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/9091664680911521782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=9091664680911521782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/9091664680911521782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/9091664680911521782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts-on-eponine-from-les-miserables.html' title='Thoughts on: Eponine from Les Miserables'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-4850078721619330650</id><published>2008-04-09T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:45:24.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on: Philosophy Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_2NRYFG_ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/8MJWISY9I1o/s1600-h/piratekitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_2NRYFG_ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/8MJWISY9I1o/s320/piratekitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187457675461852562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no reason to be sad, does that mean you are happy? Well, If you have no reason to be sad, then that does not necessarily mean that you must be happy. You might have reasons to be other emotions, like anger or embarrassment. To broader the question, If you have no reason to be unhappy, are you happy? Then yes. But then, what if you are hopeful? Or anxious? Or excited? There are other good emotions besides happy. Are they the same as happy though? Some are, some aren't. The answer to that question is no. If you have no reason to be unhappy, it does not mean you are automaticly happy. Unless you have the emotional range of a teaspoon. Like Ron Weasly or Stephan in my math class. Or Jannel who is too obsessed with Zac Efron to be happy sad or mad. Then, yes, that means you are happy. It depends on how much emotion you have, or choose to have. Same with the flip side of the question, If you have no reason to be happy, are you unhappy? They are really the same questions. Here's the question you have to think about then, Do I have the emotional range of a teaspoon or not? Here's how to tell. Think of someone you like, How do you feel? Happy? Lovesick? Butterflies? Now think of how you felt an hour ago. Happy? Mad? hopeful? hopeless? entertained? Finally, think about how you feel about tomorrow. Are you excited? Apprehensive? Sad? Happy? Confused? &lt;div&gt;Answers: If you answered two or more of the questions with either happy, sad, mad, or I don't know, you have a small emotional range. This is not a bad thing... I guess. It's not that easy for you to be confused or anything. You have a simple mind. Congrats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you answered it with other things, you are normal. That is a very good thing. I hope you stay that way. Personally, I hope I stay that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a really deep thought for a Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130540466962489559-4850078721619330650?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4850078721619330650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=4850078721619330650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/4850078721619330650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/4850078721619330650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts-on-philosophy-questions.html' title='Thoughts on: Philosophy Questions'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_2NRYFG_ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/8MJWISY9I1o/s72-c/piratekitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-7536072495280143522</id><published>2008-04-07T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:57:49.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on: "Caroline, or Change"</title><content type='html'>I just saw this musical yesterday, so it's still pretty recent in my mind. It was an amazing performance, and I loved it. (I got home and bought some songs I really liked on Itunes) &lt;div&gt;"Caroline, or Change" is set in Louisiana in 1963. If you like history a lot, I don't really need to say anything else. An African American maid named Caroline works for the Gellmans. Noah Gellman is a young boy who is eight and his mother died, and his father, I think it's Stuart Gellman, married a woman named Rose Stopnick, from NYC. I can't summarize it very well... I've never been good at summaries or describing things. Normally when I watch a musical I'm just absorbing what's going on and only the music and some lines I like stick in my head. Here are some of my favorite parts, lines, and music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah: "Did God make the dryer?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline: "No. The devil made the dryer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"and the next day, day, day, Caroline stayed away, way, way, and she didn't come back, back, back, and she didn't come back, back, back"   Very catchy tune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best song/scene: "Roosevelt Patrusious Coleslaw"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more later. dad yelling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided just to edit this post instead of make a new one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok on this scene I don't remember the exact lyrics or lines or whatever so I'm doing the best I can:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuart G.: "When I was young I wanted a chemistry set"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah G.: "Buy! Buy! Comic books! candies!" etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuart: "Do you want a chemistry set?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah: "No."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nothin' happens underground in Louisiana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz there ain't no underground in Louisiana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only underwater." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Julian if you ever read this just wanted you to know that you did a great job! I'm glad I went! And please try to make it to HSM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130540466962489559-7536072495280143522?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7536072495280143522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=7536072495280143522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/7536072495280143522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/7536072495280143522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts-on-caroline-or-change.html' title='Thoughts on: &quot;Caroline, or Change&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-145395466496468360</id><published>2008-04-05T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:39:26.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on: Zac Efron and costars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_hT9tUYhLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NcMnt4PF9zk/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_hT9tUYhLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NcMnt4PF9zk/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185987290519340210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac. Efron. Two words to describe him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;UGLY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UNTALENTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Enough said. I really don't get why they cast such a... a... a... bad actor as a great character in a great show! High School Musical deserves some justice, and Mr. Efron really doesn't give it any. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people say his eyes are dreamy, with which I disagree. Accually, when I think about it, his eyes are alot like mine. Blue, Squinty, and well, just there I guess. I've never paid much attention to my eyes or other peoples eyes before.. but that's another topic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zac's costars are defedently well cast in their parts in HSM. Vanessa Hudgens, even after the whole internet scandel, still is an amazing Gabriella with a beautiful voice. Ashley Tisdale was amazing in "The Suite Life of Zac and Cody" and still is in HSM. She is really able to bring out Sharpay's character in a sassy, blonde, and pure pink way. Kind of like Elle Woods, but meaner. Corbin Bleu is also very good, but I don't really like his afro. He is also kind of monotounous with his acting. You can't really see the character he's playing, you just see, "Oh that's Corbin Bleu playing Chad" or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Zac. Hairspray was probably one of his better movies. He did a good job, even if he was still ugly and a bad actor. If you want proof, Watch HSM and Hairspray back to back and tell me every difference from Link and Troy that you see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me started on HSM 2. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every good thing about everyone in that movie went down the drain. If I was a critic I would give that movie an F. A big, fat F. grrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130540466962489559-145395466496468360?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/145395466496468360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=145395466496468360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/145395466496468360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/145395466496468360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts-on-zac-efron-and-costars.html' title='Thoughts on: Zac Efron and costars'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_hT9tUYhLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NcMnt4PF9zk/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-5495908652962045625</id><published>2008-04-02T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:45:19.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on School Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_RSx9UYhKI/AAAAAAAAABI/tff4D5vMwMc/s1600-h/0514071629c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_RSx9UYhKI/AAAAAAAAABI/tff4D5vMwMc/s320/0514071629c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184860089237406882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, school has its ups and downs, and my favorite subject is lunch. Correction, my favorite subject is science. There's a lot to learn about the world, and its all fun to learn. Except evolution because that bored me to death. I would like Spanish if I didn't have a bunch of Zac Efron worshiping sluts in my class. I accually don't know what a slut is, but it seems very appropriate for these people. If any of you is reading this, then sue me or something, but I still think so. Another thing that stinks about school, some of the other people that go there. If they aren't your friends or aquaintances but you still know them, they are your enemies. In most cases... Homework also stinks, especially if you have a lot of it. "I have a lot of homework" sounds a lot better in Spanish I think, "Tengo mucho tarea" It has a small ring to it, don't you think? I would look forward to summer, but summer is boring and hot. More on that closer to summertime. For know, I'm going to bed. I have to wake up at 6:45 tomorrow for school. :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130540466962489559-5495908652962045625?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/5495908652962045625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=5495908652962045625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/5495908652962045625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/5495908652962045625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts-on-school-continued.html' title='Thoughts on School Continued'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_RSx9UYhKI/AAAAAAAAABI/tff4D5vMwMc/s72-c/0514071629c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-3130464755667251441</id><published>2008-04-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:30:23.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on School</title><content type='html'>I hate school. It may be a place to learn and get an education, but it is also a place where if you get a wrong answer, the world looks at you an declares you are stupid. It is a place where the social ladder is devided in a way that everyone knows, but no one can explain. My favorite subject is probably lunch. More later, the bell just rang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130540466962489559-3130464755667251441?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3130464755667251441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=3130464755667251441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/3130464755667251441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/3130464755667251441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts-on-school.html' title='Thoughts on School'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-6640622091338142685</id><published>2008-03-30T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:01:40.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on: Musicals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_BUC9UYhJI/AAAAAAAAABA/9XCkfTkAOLc/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_BUC9UYhJI/AAAAAAAAABA/9XCkfTkAOLc/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183735580899968146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musicals. They are the perfect things of nature for singing, dancing, and great stories. I personally love musicals. They are fun to watch, or be in. The only time they aren't good is when a) the actors suck or b) the story or music or dancing isn't very good. That does happen... I've seen it. For further proof just watch High School Musical the movie. Don't get my started on the second one. Most of the classics, however, are defedently worth seeing. My recomendations would be:&lt;div&gt;Peter Pan (flying!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cats (guys in tights and flexible people!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoroughly Modern Millie (tap dancing!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are some of my favorites. I've heard Les Misarables and Wicked are really good too, but I haven't seen those, although I've heard the music and it is amazing. My own personal goals for musicals would probably be to be in Cats as Grizzabella, Rumpleteazer, Mr. Mistofflees, or Victoria (the white flexible cat). My theater company is doing Les Misarables next summer, and I am working on my sopranoness so I have a chance of being Cosette, the girl who has had a very troubling childhood and goes to live with the main character, Jean Valjean. She doesn't remember her past, and Jean refuses to tell her until the end of the show. That's all I've gathered from the music. I would love to be Elphaba or Glinda in Wicked. If you haven't already and you are 12 and up, you should read the book it's based on: "Wicked: The life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West". I forget who it's by... sorry. Yep, musicals are defedently worth the cost of the ticket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130540466962489559-6640622091338142685?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6640622091338142685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=6640622091338142685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/6640622091338142685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/6640622091338142685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughts-on-musicals.html' title='Thoughts on: Musicals'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R_BUC9UYhJI/AAAAAAAAABA/9XCkfTkAOLc/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-7992865652884030776</id><published>2008-03-29T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:57:37.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random and sitting here doing nothing</title><content type='html'>I'm on my computer. What more can I say? I really would rather be listening to my own music than my sister's right now. And I have math homework that needs doing. Dang. I have a lot to do. &lt;div&gt;Here's my list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practice for HSM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Floss (I'm really bad at that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats about it. I need to do more... Maybe I'll go see if the Lemon bars in the kitchen are done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8130540466962489559-7992865652884030776?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7992865652884030776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=7992865652884030776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/7992865652884030776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/7992865652884030776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-and-sitting-here-doing-nothing.html' title='Random and sitting here doing nothing'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130540466962489559.post-3377703303055720512</id><published>2008-03-29T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:43:45.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R-8Ma9UYhII/AAAAAAAAAA4/uwngtXP4qyI/s1600-h/0201071236a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R-8Ma9UYhII/AAAAAAAAAA4/uwngtXP4qyI/s320/0201071236a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183375353402918018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just my thoughts about life, or whatever else I have to think about. By the way this is my second blog. My other one has my news and whats going on in my life at the moment. Now that we have an intro, lets start thinking and contemplating things about anything and everything. &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/8130540466962489559-3377703303055720512?l=ilikethinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3377703303055720512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130540466962489559&amp;postID=3377703303055720512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/3377703303055720512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130540466962489559/posts/default/3377703303055720512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikethinking.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-thoughts.html' title='My thoughts'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04539435989681165911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R4qGR3C5zpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8-CEzUd77s/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8kVQeyaBt8A/R-8Ma9UYhII/AAAAAAAAAA4/uwngtXP4qyI/s72-c/0201071236a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
