<?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-10041095</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:14:56.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-116564149093434704</id><published>2006-12-08T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:18:10.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concept Cars</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of all these concept car fuel cell or hydrogen-powered. They always look weird, unsafe, and generally "out-there". There is a reason the general public isn't concerned about these technologies: they aren't going to a car straight out of the futuristic car shows of the 50's seriously.  If they want to revolutionize the energy source, then create a normal car (it needs to be indistinguishable from any other car); if you want some zany design, send it to Ford, GM, Toyota, etc. and then wait 10 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-116564149093434704?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/116564149093434704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=116564149093434704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/116564149093434704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/116564149093434704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/12/concept-cars.html' title='Concept Cars'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-116513391010088292</id><published>2006-12-03T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:18:30.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>abrev.</title><content type='html'>What does P.S. stand for? I mean we are use it, but I've never known what is actually means? Sure google could help, but I'd rather not know something so basic from google. P.S.: personal secret? I mean I sorta use it as an aside or personal message. Also I was sitting in the bus looking at the clock and wondered what does PM stand for? Seriously WTF does PM stand for besides "night-time"/afternoon, hmm? This is spurred because I was on Digg and someone wrote "Et Cettara" I hadn't ever thought that etc. stood for anything, I thought it was more of a asdf; but no its probably some french word. Its just I've seen Misc. spelled out: miscellaneous but NEVER EVER have I seen etc. spelled out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-116513391010088292?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/116513391010088292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=116513391010088292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/116513391010088292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/116513391010088292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/12/abrev.html' title='abrev.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-116512987188669924</id><published>2006-12-02T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:11:11.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mice of DOOM!</title><content type='html'>Ok so to settle the wired vs wireless mice rants I keep seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this: a mouse that is wireless BUT can plug in (via either a mini USB cord or properiety plug) to take advantage of power instead of the battery and faster response time to apeise gamers. Sure they have those ones with cradles, but those are freaking cradles, you can use it while its charging! I put 2 x AA NiHM batteries in my wireless mouse and wouldn't use no stupid Lithium-ion battery I would forget to charge. Now one of you mice manufacturers make it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I hate wired mice because the cord is always too short and gets in the way; that and there is that same kind of tug that I'm sure my dog hates when I put him on a leash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-116512987188669924?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/116512987188669924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=116512987188669924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/116512987188669924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/116512987188669924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/12/mice-of-doom.html' title='Mice of DOOM!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-116027995075539683</id><published>2006-10-07T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:59:10.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of a procrastinator</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.blurburger.com/shoebox/toons/albums/toons/toon_procrastinator.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-116027995075539683?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/116027995075539683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=116027995075539683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/116027995075539683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/116027995075539683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-in-life-of-procrastinator.html' title='A day in the life of a procrastinator'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-115778171889734516</id><published>2006-09-08T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:01:58.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw Rebecca tonight...at ICCCC. I don't think my feelings for her are as strong as I thought previously; however, they do still exist... heh, she is such a random person :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-115778171889734516?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/115778171889734516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=115778171889734516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115778171889734516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115778171889734516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-saw-rebecca-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-115725900938670888</id><published>2006-09-02T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:50:09.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joystiq.com/2006/08/09/doctor-40-of-world-of-warcraft-players-addicted/"&gt;&lt;span id="ppt652647"&gt;Doctor: 40% of World of Warcraft players addicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"WoW is like a slot machine. Everytime you kill a mob you get something, or nothing. You could get a lump of meat or an Epic item. But you have to kill a lot of mobs to get anything useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You ever see those old ladies in the casinos at the slot machines? That's a WoW addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hit 60, it's not a game anymore, it's a job. You become a professional Tank, Nuke, Healer, whatever. It's your job to show up online at a certain time and stay there until the job is done. If you screw up, you get fired. If you keep at it, maybe you'll get lucky and get a better item, maybe not. Thing is..there's always a better item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW is perhaps the best game ever made. It's style, story, sense of humor, and playability makes it Blizzard's masterpiece among masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;It's also the worst game ever made. The commitment and time required to get the most out of the game, especially at level 60, make it more of a job than a game." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-115725900938670888?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/115725900938670888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=115725900938670888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115725900938670888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115725900938670888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/09/doctor-40-of-world-of-warcraft-players.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-115560356814734061</id><published>2006-08-14T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:59:28.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Toolkit - Essentials</title><content type='html'>Download, install, update and scan with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kujoe.com:8180/freeware/spybotsd14.exe"&gt;Spybot: Search &amp; Destroy&lt;/a&gt;(make sure to "Expert Install" and install teatimer...it runs in the background and verifies which programs are allowed to run on start-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://free.grisoft.com/softw/70free/setup/avg71free_405a782.exe"&gt;AVG&lt;/a&gt; (anti-virus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://download.zonelabs.com/bin/free/1001_cnet_zdnet/zlsSetup_65_731_000_en.exe"&gt;ZoneAlarm&lt;/a&gt;(firewall...protects against such trojans as mydoom &amp;amp; blaster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dw.com.com/redir?pid=10399602&amp;merid=69274&amp;amp;mfgid=69274&amp;ltype=dl_dlnow&amp;amp;lop=link&amp;edId=3&amp;amp;siteId=4&amp;oId=3040-8022_4-10399602&amp;amp;ontId=8022_4&amp;dlrs=1&amp;amp;destUrl=http://www.download.com%2F3001-8022_4-10399602.html"&gt;Ad-Aware SE&lt;/a&gt;(removes adware/spyware)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://files3.majorgeeks.com/files/33a7dc86f60ef6b8228c9df8a7e68d30/spyware/spywareblastersetup351.exe"&gt;SpywareBlaster&lt;/a&gt; (prevents spyware)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://download4.emsisoft.com/a2FreeSetup.exe"&gt;A-squared&lt;/a&gt;(antivirus...annoyingly requires registration; free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.avast.com/iavs4pro/setupeng.exe"&gt;Avast&lt;/a&gt;(anti-virus...requires registration yearly and takes up a lot of system resources; slows down computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.com/products/download.html?product=firefox-1.5.0.6&amp;os=win&amp;amp;lang=en-US"&gt;Firefox &lt;/a&gt;(web browser; use instead of Internet Explorer; secure; lots of extensions are available to give it more features)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be an asshole and just tell you to switch to Linux, but I only use Linux half of the time, so these should fix your spyware/virus/trojan/adware issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Feel free to ask for any help. And if you start using Firefox, there is a cool extension called "Ad-block" that you can use to block those annoying advertizements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-115560356814734061?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/115560356814734061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=115560356814734061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115560356814734061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115560356814734061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-toolkit-essentials.html' title='My Toolkit - Essentials'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-115476510614905197</id><published>2006-08-05T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:05:06.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it wrong of me?</title><content type='html'>Is it so wrong that I just want to "fix" everything. Everyone's messed up lives? I see friends of mine, girls making the same stupid decisions; I know how its going to end for one, cause another was already in that part of the cycle months beforehand. Its a pattern. A disease. and its contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the solutions. But even they don't help. People have to learn things the hard way from experience, but I wish it wasn't so. I am able to learn from OTHER people's mistakes, why can't my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are just bad, though not nearly as dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love may not exist in the long-term, but don't throw it out; respect your lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for crying out loud, stop it with the drugs!!! And for those of you that WANT to try some out, don't. Fucking shit! I know you are rebellious, and don't think I'm not...I'm the opposite of everything my parents stand for. I am the true anarchist here, and when I tell you no, you should listen, for you own fucking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has this impression that I'm evil and such. I'm not. But don't think I won't use harsh methods to make all this sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I don't you all won't learn until you are at least 30. and there is shame in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kevin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is not a fucking chainletter. I don't pass along that crap. This is simply a rant, because I'm frustrated, when I see the same fucked up shit happening over and over. I leave you with one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.comics.com/comics/pearls/archive/images/pearls2003053760802.gif" /&gt; that's me with baseball bat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-115476510614905197?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/115476510614905197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=115476510614905197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115476510614905197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115476510614905197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-it-wrong-of-me.html' title='Is it wrong of me?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-115336056772475083</id><published>2006-07-19T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:56:07.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My amendment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/758/1600/calvin%26hobbes_amendment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/758/400/calvin%26hobbes_amendment.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-115336056772475083?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/115336056772475083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=115336056772475083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115336056772475083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115336056772475083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-amendment.html' title='My amendment...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-115127386200816153</id><published>2006-06-25T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:17:52.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misconceptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/gadgets/rapex-the-rape-prevention-device-delayed-182437.php"&gt;Rapex: The Rape Prevention Device Delayed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man some people are totally clueless about a womans body. Women do not uninate through her vagina, she has a clitoris that used for urination. The clitoris is like a mini penis with nerve endings and such. As far as this device is concerned I think the inventor should have taken it a step further. There should be some kind of ointment on the barbs on this device that actually knocks the perp out once the barbs penetrate the penis skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Justapspfan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like something to discuss with N.a.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-115127386200816153?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/115127386200816153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=115127386200816153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115127386200816153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-115087685404360167</id><published>2006-06-21T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:00:54.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>117</title><content type='html'>actual: 115-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much should you weigh?&lt;br /&gt;117 (according to this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you like for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junk-&lt;br /&gt;[X] chips&lt;br /&gt;[x]fast food&lt;br /&gt;[ ] soda&lt;br /&gt;[X] candy&lt;br /&gt;[x] popcorn with butter&lt;br /&gt;[x] pretzels&lt;br /&gt;[x] peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;[] ranch&lt;br /&gt;[] chicken wings&lt;br /&gt;[x] pizza&lt;br /&gt;[x] burgers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hot dogs&lt;br /&gt;[x] grilled cheese&lt;br /&gt;total=  8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vegetables-&lt;br /&gt;[ ] broccoli&lt;br /&gt;[ ] carrots&lt;br /&gt;[] cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;[] green beans&lt;br /&gt;[X] beans&lt;br /&gt;[ ] onions&lt;br /&gt;[ X] tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;[] pickles&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cucumber&lt;br /&gt;[X] celery&lt;br /&gt;[] peppers&lt;br /&gt;[] peas&lt;br /&gt;[] potatoes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] beets&lt;br /&gt;[] brussel sprouts&lt;br /&gt;[x] spinach&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lima beans&lt;br /&gt;[X] lettuce&lt;br /&gt;[] corn&lt;br /&gt;total=  5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fruit-&lt;br /&gt;[X] orange&lt;br /&gt;[X]strawberries&lt;br /&gt;[ X] apple.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bananas&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pineapple&lt;br /&gt;[] pears&lt;br /&gt;[X] peaches&lt;br /&gt;[ ] plums&lt;br /&gt;[ ] grapes&lt;br /&gt;[] grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;[ ] clementines&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tangerines&lt;br /&gt;[ ] raspberries&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blueberries&lt;br /&gt;[] lime&lt;br /&gt;[X] lemons&lt;br /&gt;[X] cherries&lt;br /&gt;[x] watermelon&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cantalope&lt;br /&gt;[ ] honeydew melon&lt;br /&gt;total= 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meat-&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ham&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chicken&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lamb&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pork&lt;br /&gt;[ ] steak&lt;br /&gt;[ ] turkey&lt;br /&gt;[] bologna&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fish&lt;br /&gt;[] deer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] salami&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bacon&lt;br /&gt;[ ] canadian bacon&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;total= 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dairy-&lt;br /&gt;[x] milk&lt;br /&gt;[x] cheese&lt;br /&gt;[x] yogurt&lt;br /&gt;[x] ice cream&lt;br /&gt;[] butter&lt;br /&gt;[X] eggs&lt;br /&gt;total= 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desserts-&lt;br /&gt;[x] brownies&lt;br /&gt;[x] chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[] sherbert&lt;br /&gt;[X] cake&lt;br /&gt;[] cup cakes&lt;br /&gt;[x] cookies&lt;br /&gt;[] toffee&lt;br /&gt;[] caramel&lt;br /&gt;[] mousse&lt;br /&gt;[X] whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;[] sugar covered strawberries&lt;br /&gt;[X] chocolate covered strawberries&lt;br /&gt;[X] pie&lt;br /&gt;[X] creme puffs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] jello&lt;br /&gt;[] chocoate covered pretzels&lt;br /&gt;total=  8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheat-&lt;br /&gt;[x] bread&lt;br /&gt;[x] pasta&lt;br /&gt;[x] cereal&lt;br /&gt;[x] bagels&lt;br /&gt;[x] doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;[x] crackers&lt;br /&gt;total= 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add all them together and multiply by 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-115087685404360167?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/115087685404360167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=115087685404360167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115087685404360167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/115087685404360167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/06/117.html' title='117'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114765147547790786</id><published>2006-05-14T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:04:35.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this happens all too often</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://catandgirl.com/archive/cgquestions.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114765147547790786?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114765147547790786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>I had the most bizarre dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that a giant bullet shot out of my cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was in some AP science class and I kept like changing seats from across the room and the people in my groups were looking at me weird and hinting that I should go back to my real group. And I had the most spaztic teacher and she was teaching us stuff that wasn't in the curriculum but it was experiments so everyone went along with it. And then like foriegn language teachers or something came in and called some people up to the front that English wasn't there primary language, and they were calling by last name but they called Gina up. and it was weird class and all the people were like older than me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I woke up or maybe I never fell asleep cause I always set my radio to be on for 10 min. then shut off by itself so I can fall asleep easy, but I didn't cause I didn't want to wake up my dog cause then he would bark his head off. So at like 4:30am I heard my step dad snoring like usual, but then suddenly it stopped. And I thought I heard burglers or something (and they sufficated him or something; my mind was racing cause I didn't block it out with music) and I thought I heard someone walking up the steps. But I guess they didn't and I ran to the bathroom to get my glasses so I could freaking see. And I used my cell as a flashlight. and I guess my step dad just went to bathroom or something and then I heard snoring again, followed by the alarm, and then him leaving. And then I was woken up at 7:30am by mom and I wasn't wearing my glasses anymore so I freaked out and did a double take, actually a triple take to see who it was but I still couldn't recognize her (prolly cause I was still freaking out about burglers) until she told me who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had set an alarm for 8:00am so I could get up early and see if my ex gf was online (she was on wed. and thurs.) in case she didn't sign on to AIM and just stayed on myspace. So then my internet connection hasn't been working, so I messed with it for about 2 hours watching some tv while waiting to see if it would connect. As well as checking with my phone every 5 min. if she was on AIM. And then I finally took a shower. And my modem is still be retarded. So I'm writing this in notepad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114601814687264597?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114601814687264597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114601814687264597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114601814687264597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114601814687264597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/04/dreams.html' title='Dreams [\]'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114495649442335074</id><published>2006-04-13T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T12:28:14.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ch/1995/ch950413.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114495649442335074?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114495649442335074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114495649442335074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114495649442335074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114495649442335074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-suicide.html' title='My suicide'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114352709731712272</id><published>2006-03-27T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:24:57.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It should be called the degrading generator</title><content type='html'>"You'll Look a Little Lovelier Each Day with Fabulous Pink Kevin." &lt;a href="http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi?word="&gt;Sloganize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114352709731712272?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114352709731712272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114352709731712272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114352709731712272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114352709731712272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-should-be-called-degrading.html' title='It should be called the degrading generator'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114352060448165114</id><published>2006-03-27T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:36:44.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. That's hilarous :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Become me in 7 easy steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Act like you know people&lt;br /&gt;Always walk around with your head up high as if you’re looking for someone. When you finally do find people you know, say hi, tell a quick joke, and then leave as to give the impression that you have better things to do than to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Mess up your own shitty jokes&lt;br /&gt;Come up with something clever, witty, and deviously charming. Walk around aimlessly looking for people to tell it to. When you finally do get to tell it, screw it up and start to cry. Repeat 15 times over the course of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Convince yourself that it’s everyone else’s fault&lt;br /&gt;That joke was funny. So what? Maybe I put too much emphasis on the word “Penguin”. Big deal. That joke was funny and they know it. It’s all a big fucking conspiracy. You know what? I’m too attractive for those motherfuckers, they don’t deserve me. Retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Convince yourself that it is, in fact, your fault&lt;br /&gt;You know what, maybe it wasn’t funny. What if they were right? Stupid Alex, Stupid Alex, Stupid Alex. What was I thinking? No-one likes penguins. Hell, I don’t even like penguins. I should apologize, I really should. That was a terrible joke. Stupid Alex, Stupid Alex, Stupid Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Re-convince yourself that it’s their fault&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter that no-one likes penguins. My delivery was perfect. No-one can say otherwise. They know it, you know it, everyone knows it. Why can’t people admit that joke was funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I now know the answer. They’re spies. They’re all out to get me, this is bullshit. Who’s giving them their orders? I bet it was the Russians. They’ve never liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Masturbate&lt;br /&gt;Pornography solves everything. Period.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.anonyblog.com/"&gt;Anonyblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114352060448165114?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114352060448165114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114352060448165114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114352060448165114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114352060448165114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow-thats-hilarous-p.html' title='Wow. That&apos;s hilarous :P'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114316792442451868</id><published>2006-03-23T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T18:38:44.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonic is weird</title><content type='html'>Salad Fingers quotes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 4&lt;br /&gt;"your body is so much FUN"&lt;br /&gt;"that was a treat for the fingers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 6&lt;br /&gt;"tailgating my daughter"&lt;br /&gt;"I've seen you aspirating deflowering her rose"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114316792442451868?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114316792442451868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114316792442451868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114316792442451868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114316792442451868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonic-is-weird.html' title='Sonic is weird'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114309525356472869</id><published>2006-03-22T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:27:33.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How writing my essay landed me here...I have no idea</title><content type='html'>"We can't muster any cool of our own, so instead we'll go for cool-by-association. Check it out, here's an iPod … closely juxtaposed with our car! That's right—we're totally down with Apple, yo! We're, like, best friends! We're on the soccer team together, and we talk on the phone sometimes, and Apple even came to our birthday party last week!" - &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2135009/"&gt;Review of Ford Fusion Ad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114309525356472869?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114309525356472869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114309525356472869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114309525356472869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114309525356472869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-writing-my-essay-landed-me-herei.html' title='How writing my essay landed me here...I have no idea'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114300036774504816</id><published>2006-03-21T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:06:07.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An away message...</title><content type='html'>nowhere to go, nothing to do (referencing lack of websites; already checked my daily comics...). seeing as how I am a bit ahead (first time in years; and its only a day ahead) on my homework I don't feel like doing anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wish my cell would ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114300036774504816?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114300036774504816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114300036774504816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114300036774504816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114300036774504816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/03/away-message.html' title='An away message...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114292545754409021</id><published>2006-03-20T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:17:37.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the stapler! mwahahah!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comics/20060320.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAD rocks my socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114292545754409021?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114292545754409021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114292545754409021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114292545754409021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114292545754409021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/03/attack-of-stapler-mwahahah.html' title='Attack of the stapler! mwahahah!!!!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114171024914559787</id><published>2006-03-06T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:44:09.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>test me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="aim:GoIM?screenname=munsux"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.oscar.aol.com/SOA/key=mu1i4LiE-FCioLYv/presence/munsux" border="0"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114171024914559787?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114171024914559787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114171024914559787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114171024914559787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114171024914559787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/03/test-me.html' title='test me'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114082663701260742</id><published>2006-02-24T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:17:17.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>I might just help out for track...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Supreme Guardian :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.comics.com/comics/pearls/archive/images/pearls2006073273224.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=564"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.questionablecontent.net/comics/564.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I don't know what to do about [priority one] but I may just set her up with someone. and then there is [priority two] and I am not sure what my feelings are for her :-\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114082663701260742?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114082663701260742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114082663701260742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114082663701260742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114082663701260742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114075937645600829</id><published>2006-02-23T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:36:16.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[priortity one]?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Nick wonders whether Daisy can possibly live up to Gatsby’s vision of her. Gatsby seems to have idealized Daisy in his mind to the extent that the real Daisy, charming as she is, will almost certainly fail to live up to his expectations."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sparknotes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114075937645600829?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114075937645600829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114075937645600829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114075937645600829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114075937645600829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/priortity-one.html' title='[priortity one]?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114075930642863134</id><published>2006-02-23T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:37:33.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knotts</title><content type='html'>i was really scared on the rides. i had never been on anything more than kiddy 2 feet off the ground rides until halloween when i went on "viva la revolution" (swing thing at knotts) and then today, the guys i was with were like we are going on supreme scream and i look how high it is and i'm like "no." but they got me to go on. and i had my eyes close going up. but they opened on the way down and i couldnt blink cause of scared. and then we went on jaguar and i thought we were gonna run into the trees that are right next to the track. and then *shutter* montazuma's revenge. yeah that one freaked me out. i was done after that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114075930642863134?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114075930642863134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114075930642863134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114075930642863134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114075930642863134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/knotts.html' title='Knotts'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114058734870757381</id><published>2006-02-21T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:49:51.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Más.</title><content type='html'>Then there is also the phone thing. I had to run to cool myself off or risk doing something stupid. Like blowing things up *shifty eyes* Oh and then there would be the subject of [that we'll call the azn marshmellow for our purposes]. I don't want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a friend of mine and me came to the conclusion that the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;root&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cause of girl's problems is lack of self-esteem. Why all these girls have no self-esteem remains a mystery however and is beyond us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114058734870757381?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114058734870757381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114058734870757381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114058734870757381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114058734870757381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/ms.html' title='Más.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114058467775501292</id><published>2006-02-21T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:04:37.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl *sigh*  </title><content type='html'>She is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lack of any self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;not eating &amp; throwing up = belimic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;broke up with her bf somehow. i am still convinced that HE dumped HER on valentines and needs his ass kicked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;crying because of her latest ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;will "...get over it..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;her father thinks i am a stalker because i sent her flowers; her own bf didnt get her anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;only interested in "fuck buddies" lots of sex and no bf's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;suicidal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;doesn't care what other people think. doesn't care what I think. nor heed my pleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to love her. Love her enough that I decided I wouldn't have sex with her. (although as an after-thought caused by what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; people said it was somewhat considered) Of course not that I am her type even for a fuck buddy anyway. As this quote somewhat poetically explains.  &lt;blockquote&gt;"She tells me that she only likes me as a friend, then she goes out with these guys who treat her like crap instead of going out with a guy like me that would treat her wonderfully and give her everything she wants..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114058467775501292?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114058467775501292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114058467775501292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114058467775501292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114058467775501292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/girl-sigh.html' title='Girl *sigh*  &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.kevinmittman.frihost.net/smilies/animate_cry.gif&quot; /&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114048786897402520</id><published>2006-02-20T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:11:09.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ex gf</title><content type='html'>I don't think its about trying to get her back anymore. I just want her to be HAPPY. And if its in the arms of another guy then thats fine. I just don't her to be crying over a guy that prolly doesn't care about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to choose my words very carefully. Especially cause she views me as nothing more than a friend. She dumped me nearly 8 months ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114048786897402520?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114048786897402520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114048786897402520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114048786897402520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114048786897402520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-ex-gf.html' title='my ex gf'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114041281522163800</id><published>2006-02-19T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:08:36.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More intestesting quotes from that book</title><content type='html'>Ch.3&lt;br /&gt;"I hope I never will," she answered. "I hate careless people. That's why I like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gray, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home. I'd been writing letters once a week and signing them: "Love, Nick," and all I could think of was how, when that certain girl played tennis, a faint mustache of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. Nevertheless there was a vague understanding that had to be tactfully broken off before I was free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114041281522163800?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114041281522163800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114041281522163800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114041281522163800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114041281522163800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-intestesting-quotes-from-that.html' title='More intestesting quotes from that book'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114040824527497302</id><published>2006-02-19T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:10:18.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Gatsby</title><content type='html'>Reminds me of those rumors of me and [priority 2]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I forgot to ask you something, and it's important. We heard you were engaged to a girl out West."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right," corroborated Tom kindly. "We heard that you were engaged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's libel. I'm too poor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we heard it," insisted Daisy, surprising me by opening up again in a flower-like way. "We heard it from three people, so it must be true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn't even vaguely engaged. The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come East. You can't stop going with an old friend on account of rumors, and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriage.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114040824527497302?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114040824527497302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114040824527497302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114040824527497302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114040824527497302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/great-gatsby.html' title='The Great Gatsby'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114023515747859913</id><published>2006-02-17T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T19:59:17.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why has the week sucked so much?</title><content type='html'>things that have been bothering me. I have had this foot rash on my left foot for about a week its like peeling and painful... oh and now my right eye is twitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today sucked. no. Spanish sucked and ruined my day. She was going on again and doing stupid things, stupid activities. Calling on the same dude 10 in a row just cause he was staring at the clock. and then. my phone goes off. I forgot to turn it on vibrate cause on vibrate I can never hear when my ex gf texts me. so it gets taken a way i try to be cool about it. but she continues ticking me off. i refused doing her music act. then the rest of lunch and stuff i felt naked without my phone, I kept asking people what time it was. I am ticked the fuck off so I decide to go for a run; its either that or gonna shoot some hypocritical fucktards. park. then I go in at 3pm to get my phone and it isn't there. so I go to her room. gone. I'm like fuck. This is war, I'll start with taking down her sign and if she doesn't back off then car bomb. i track down Isis to call. then i go to office and phone has arrived. so yeah. all that crap. oh and that isn't even mentioning one of my good friends hasn't been sleeping, turns out his parents were drugging him for months. its no wonder why I want to shoot up the world. all the fucktards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find me one decent human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114023515747859913?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114023515747859913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114023515747859913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114023515747859913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114023515747859913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-has-week-sucked-so-much.html' title='Why has the week sucked so much?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114015028160547461</id><published>2006-02-16T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:24:41.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank Month</title><content type='html'>No more ________ Month. like ADHD awareness month. or Dental Hygiene month. no. fuck no. no more of that shit. stop it with the holidays!!!!!!!! grrrrrrrrr and PR people shut the hell up. i don't want to hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114015028160547461?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114015028160547461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114015028160547461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114015028160547461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114015028160547461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/blank-month.html' title='Blank Month'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-114006768514504286</id><published>2006-02-15T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:28:05.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>v-day + survey</title><content type='html'>4 things&lt;br /&gt;1. belimic&lt;br /&gt;2. broke up&lt;br /&gt;3. stalker&lt;br /&gt;4. roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a survey for you (only through #10; i havent put in my own answers yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?&lt;br /&gt;no. i fear if that happens shit will go down *shifty eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you close your eyes on rollercoasters?&lt;br /&gt;ha. I've never been on one. someone wanna take me one of these days (i fear them btw :-P)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When's the last time you've been sleigh riding?&lt;br /&gt;uh. dont remember. do those slides at the oc fair count? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?&lt;br /&gt;w/ someone dur. but ain't happening (and i don't even mean sexually, i just mean the ground is cold when you are alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever kissed someone of the same gender?&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you consider yourself creative?&lt;br /&gt;noOoOo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?&lt;br /&gt;most likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?&lt;br /&gt;ewww! neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you honestly say you know anything about politics?&lt;br /&gt;lots. sorta. and my conspiracy theory is cheny shot the guy on purpose. an assasination gone arrie... oh and did i mention i consider my political party: anarchist? :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Can you play poker?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?&lt;br /&gt;yes. grrr. and if that happens again ever please shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you kill bugs that are in the house?&lt;br /&gt;not really. vegetarian instincts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever cheated on a test?&lt;br /&gt;hell yes! and take home tests too *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around..do you go through red lights?&lt;br /&gt;IF i drove...hmm..idk. i just want to go out to a deserted strip of road...really long road and just floor it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm usually but nowadays i just spread out my secrets to multiple people so no one person knows too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?&lt;br /&gt;who?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever Ice Skated?&lt;br /&gt;uh me + skates= fall on ass. me + ice + skates=shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How often do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;usually not. but when i do i have these i remember 5 dreams in a row things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you laughed so hard you were crying?&lt;br /&gt;probably something Nat said like dolphins molesting me *rols eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;while my guitar gently weeps, strawberry fields forever, so happy together, revolution, back in the ussr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;"LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT ..... what occurs when two extremely horny, but not entirely choosy people meet." but i'm a hopeless romantic so i'd actually have to say yes (depending on my mood of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you know who Ba-Ba-Booey is?&lt;br /&gt;the kid from the flinstones??? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you always wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;yea. better safe then sorry. especially with the idiots that drive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. ability to like be loved. in a way that isn't friends only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like Sushi?&lt;br /&gt;vegetarian. and raw fish. ewww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm define accident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;nothing ;-) haha. everything except shoes + pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever been caught stealing?&lt;br /&gt;caught? naw i dont steal. not on purpose anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you love someone?&lt;br /&gt;love? define love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you truly hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. prolly but i forget who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Rock and Roll or Rap?&lt;br /&gt;rap. must. die.    rock 4 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;whaa? hmm sex part is tempting. but if its a "celebrity" hell no. they should&lt;br /&gt;shot into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have a relative in prison?&lt;br /&gt;maybe. i dont keep track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you ever sang in front of the mirror like your favorite singer?&lt;br /&gt;fav. singer? who the fuck is this survey for!? not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you know how to play chess?&lt;br /&gt;i coulda kicked ur ass when i was 5. now though i am retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What food do you find disgusting?&lt;br /&gt;food items? or sexual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?" And how.&lt;br /&gt;nooo. i didn't like girls till 5th grade. and now my life is ruined b/c of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back?&lt;br /&gt;Sam *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?&lt;br /&gt;yea but not often. usually only my trusted friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever been punched in the face?&lt;br /&gt;not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. When is the last time you threw up from drinking to much?&lt;br /&gt;heh. not the alchohol you are implying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever walked out on a movie at the theater?&lt;br /&gt;too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you ever sit through a bad movie, just to see how bad it can get?&lt;br /&gt;i don't see bad movies unless i am at home, then i just turn the channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Would you consider yourself obsessed with anything/anyone?&lt;br /&gt;does being accused of being a "stalker" mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever met someone famous that you really wanted to?&lt;br /&gt;no. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Have you ever been stood up?&lt;br /&gt;if stood up is asking someone out and then they day after they hide from&lt;br /&gt;you and haven't said a word to me since. then yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. When's the last time you screamed at the top of your lungs?&lt;br /&gt;my voice is not loud. need megaphone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Did you ever do something that you didn't want to, just to fit in?&lt;br /&gt;all the time. subconscious bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you consider yourself "the biggest fan" of something?&lt;br /&gt;uh. do imaginary things count?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-114006768514504286?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/114006768514504286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=114006768514504286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114006768514504286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/114006768514504286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/v-day-survey.html' title='v-day + survey'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113981536090908116</id><published>2006-02-12T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:22:40.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oi. what is love anymore?</title><content type='html'>After hearing about all these people getting engaged. And worse most of the girls couldn't care less about the guys. its pathetic really. I think they are too stuck up, never been dumped. never hurt. they just like playing games, manipulating guys. pfft worse than guys in this "pimp" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been dealing with trying to make sense of all these people that i once that had a brain...and a heart for that matter. and now things like engagements, i think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i sent some stuff to an ex gf. cause i am pathetically not over her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113981536090908116?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113981536090908116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113981536090908116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113981536090908116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113981536090908116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/02/oi-what-is-love-anymore.html' title='oi. what is love anymore?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113866536553767325</id><published>2006-01-30T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:56:05.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex in comics</title><content type='html'>haha this is what I want to do :-P &lt;a href="http://www.orneryboy.com/?strip=147"&gt;quick link&lt;/a&gt; to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113866536553767325?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113866536553767325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113866536553767325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113866536553767325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113866536553767325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/01/sex-in-comics.html' title='Sex in comics'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113782172069781528</id><published>2006-01-20T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:35:20.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Crappy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly collapsed running 4 times 600m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran 4 times 300m: 55, 54, 64, 66 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a good day up until emotionally stabbing myself twice. ojllj!cg!cfdlj!op!sftqpoe [shifty]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113782172069781528?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113782172069781528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113782172069781528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113782172069781528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113782172069781528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-another-crappy-day.html' title='Just Another Crappy Day'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113746737917179770</id><published>2006-01-16T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:09:39.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alchohol</title><content type='html'>This type of hangover is why discourage my friends from drinking. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.comics.com/comics/pearls/archive/images/pearls20060112211514.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113746737917179770?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113746737917179770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113746737917179770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113746737917179770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113746737917179770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/01/alchohol.html' title='Alchohol'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113746517976785732</id><published>2006-01-16T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:32:59.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Girls always say they want guys to express their feelings, but thats a lie; they only want to hear what they want, and your feelings mean nothing to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113746517976785732?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113746517976785732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113746517976785732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113746517976785732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113746517976785732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/01/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113746510500620765</id><published>2006-01-16T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:31:45.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>I try to remember everything...because if you can't remember then did it really happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113746510500620765?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113746510500620765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113746510500620765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113746510500620765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113746510500620765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2006/01/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113588858329432494</id><published>2005-12-29T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:36:23.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Fuck! FuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuCccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am in so much fucking pain. Physical pain. Ok so today I ran, yeah one of the few times since goddamned May. I gotta get back into shape. And this is sucking cause last year i had PE so it wasnt soo bad, but this year no. i have been sitting on my fat ass all year long. and i was gonna keep in shape during the summer but that never panned out. and yeah i only like jogged maybe a mile. and then i did my cool off and i was walking and got to one lap and then two and i dont remember three cause either i blacked out or i walked like 1 cm per hour........*cough* *cough*.......aaaaaaaaaaargggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@$#(%$$#(% afjsijfaois8t9weew9rtpewrm fjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjoewtxgewijewoijdsofjkdsofkmsdfjkl;dsjffds;fs;df jkl;dsfjkl;dsfjkl;sdfoijfijdsfkl.blah. listening to some crap music "...walking on the sun..." i think my current playlist of music is "alternative" but i'm not sure. it used to "classic rock" then it was "emo/pop" then a recovery w/ "hard rock" but now "alt." so yeah weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113588858329432494?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113588858329432494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113588858329432494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113588858329432494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113588858329432494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/12/fuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk.html' title='FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113548763852419549</id><published>2005-12-24T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:13:58.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nat i dont mean to be soo....me. :-\</title><content type='html'>when i comment on people, i can be such a dick sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;glad to hear you got a cellphone, its overdue. but i have a question exactly how many days have you been drunk this week? i count at least 4. try not to drink your life away, mmkay?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deleted it but i hope she hadn't received it or it been emailed yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113548763852419549?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113548763852419549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113548763852419549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113548763852419549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113548763852419549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/12/nat-i-dont-mean-to-be-soome.html' title='Nat i dont mean to be soo....me. :-\'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113469374950578408</id><published>2005-12-15T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T16:43:10.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@*%$ - part 2</title><content type='html'>i was gonna make everyone holiday cards but now i dont know if i want to, the time and money, would prolly just be a waste. i'm better off buying a cd/mp3 player so i'm not able to talk to myself nor listen to EVERY godforsaken conversation I hear!!!!!!! i also need a new chair which i think i am actually finally getting cause i spend like all my damn time here and the chair is the most uncomfortable piece of shit ever. i'm serious WALLS are more comfortable than this chair + sharp-edge desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i have a ton of hw to do. i was up like all night monday for that bitch poety project and that same bitch of a teacher assigned a project for a book i sparknoted that is fucking a lot of work esp. when u havent read the book. as if i have time to read 10 chapters a night on top of all the other shit she + all my other teachers assign. then she expects an essay the next week and hw during WINTER BREAK! oh and track preseason is starting and that is going to be hell. morever if i dont get at least a C on my final (and on EVERY other test i have gotten a 40% or lower!) i'm screwed in AP Physics. i want to drop flipping spanish cause the teacher expects way too much for a fucking elective class. my precalculus honors teacher is fucking phycho always telling us his dreams of attacking students. my history teacher has issues and yeah. and i want to install linux, gentoo specif. but its way too much work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113469374950578408?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113469374950578408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113469374950578408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113469374950578408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113469374950578408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/12/part-2.html' title='!@*%$ - part 2'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113469210355233895</id><published>2005-12-15T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T16:31:00.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAW!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>maybe all this repressed anger is because i havent blogged in awhile. I really dont know. I no longer feel like I can trust anyone. Today at lunch well I strongly suspected something was up, well I KNEW what was going on I just wasn't 100% sure about who it was. but then it was who I suspected. And I felt cheated on, except that, that wasnt it, in fact it was none of my damn business but when it came and metaphorically slapped me in the face. things went to shit. I was ticked the fuck off at the one person and sick to my stomach feeling like i was gonna puke concerning the other person. i am seriously like gonna burst a vein in my head!@$%* FUCK!!!!! I had to do that damn simulation, and well it would've been crap anyway, but oh no, of course it has to be directly after the above-mentioned situation, in fact when I went back to get the soup cooking pot I lent someone THAT is when i was slapped in goddamned face. everytime I start to let someone into my fragile heart, they have to break it. i cant even be normal because of every fucktard that has screwed me over. i look at my friends and i dont see why i care about them at all; all they do is use me. I give'em every last dime i have, the jacket off my back, and every ounce of compassion i have left. but that just isn't enough is it!? they treat me like shit for the most part, like i'm some freshmen or something. they don't respect me. some of them just pity me, but their futal efforts to help my low self-esteem any. i'm a piece of shit and i know it. i'm ugly, clingy obsessive, boring and and some other crap. person A tells me all their problems and its hard to diffrenciate if he is exaggerating or is a big fuckin' magnet for trouble. person B is nice to me, but I feel like I can't even trust her anymore; she cares I know, i dont know if i'm just jealous or what of the people she cares about more than me. person C is an outcast too even in our group of "friends", sometimes i think he'd kill me if he had the chance. person D is helpful but often i think he's just there when he cant spend every moment making out w/ his gf. person E is sweet and cares but she has just as many problems as me, and is always off doing her extracurricular activities, similiarly to person B, but not around as much. person F no longer talks to me, cause she has way too many issues and many of them involve drinking. person G is relatively nice and he is always trying to boost my self-esteem but it just doesnt work. person H no longer talks to me much, i've been thinking and i realize she only calls me when she doenst have a boyfriend, cause i'm always there for her and &lt;s&gt;still&lt;/s&gt;[pathetically always will] love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113469210355233895?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113469210355233895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113469210355233895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113469210355233895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113469210355233895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/12/gaw.html' title='GAW!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113445691450203908</id><published>2005-12-12T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:55:14.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoteth ME! biznatch.</title><content type='html'>"The man with no troubles can afford ro obaerve the world, but the man with conflict must learn to simply survive." I love quoting myself especially if its some bs I put on my homework ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113445691450203908?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113445691450203908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113445691450203908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113445691450203908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113445691450203908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/12/quoteth-me-biznatch.html' title='Quoteth ME! biznatch.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113314509410022534</id><published>2005-11-27T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T18:31:34.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comics......oh joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.questionablecontent.net/comics/500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those times, were you're like awwww.... and feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Oh and if you aren't reading Questionable Content yet, you better start!!! ...I swear if I can get some e-cash and I'm gonna buy their shirt that says "Music + Science = Sexy" haha. i'm pathetic. well i am &lt;u&gt;hopeless&lt;/u&gt; romantic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113314509410022534?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113314509410022534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113314509410022534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113314509410022534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113314509410022534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/11/comicsoh-joy.html' title='comics......oh joy'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113288397576859907</id><published>2005-11-24T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:59:35.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.comics.com/comics/pearls/archive/images/pearls2005166501124.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113288397576859907?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113288397576859907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113288397576859907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113288397576859907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113288397576859907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.kevinmittman.frihost.net/smilies/gold_grin.gif&quot; /&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113272570999405812</id><published>2005-11-22T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:01:50.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something about a guy running around outside at night in only boxers...more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113272570999405812?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113272570999405812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113272570999405812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113272570999405812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113272570999405812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/11/something-about-guy-running-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113261739413819262</id><published>2005-11-21T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:56:34.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the new thing to get out of class</title><content type='html'>So today we had a lockdown because some kids science project looked like a bomb. I got to skip 3 &amp; 4th period. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113261739413819262?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113261739413819262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113261739413819262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113261739413819262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113261739413819262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-new-thing-to-get-out-of-class.html' title='Its the new thing to get out of class'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113115635866588281</id><published>2005-11-04T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:05:58.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward choice of words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/9916380/site/newsweek/"&gt;A War Movie Without a War - Arts Extra - Newsweek - MSNBC.com&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;i&gt;Apocalypse Now&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Platoon&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Full Metal Jacket&lt;/i&gt;—were, in the eyes of the young soldiers at Camp Pendleton and Travis Air Force Base and Fort Bragg, a turn-on, pure war porn...In the sexualized terms that Swofford views warfare, this screening is expert foreplay, intended to arouse them for the big orgasm that is combat itself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113115635866588281?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113115635866588281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113115635866588281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113115635866588281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113115635866588281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/11/awkward-choice-of-words.html' title='Awkward choice of words...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113115342063870440</id><published>2005-11-04T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T17:17:00.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chainletters...</title><content type='html'>Does your name begin with: K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are secretive, self-contained, and shy. &lt;s&gt;You are very sexy, sensual, and passionate, but you do not let on to this. Only in intimate privacy will this part of your nature reveal itself. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little tricks of the trade, can play any role or any game, and take your love life very seriously.&lt;/s&gt; You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the right person to come along. You are very generous &amp; giving, often selfless. You are kind-natured &amp;amp; sweet, which is found to be attractive by many. You are a good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113115342063870440?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113115342063870440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113115342063870440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113115342063870440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113115342063870440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/11/chainletters.html' title='Chainletters...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113080612383941270</id><published>2005-10-31T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T16:48:43.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For future reference.</title><content type='html'>B.r.y.a.n is a dumbass. He dressed up as penis today. Literally. Well from what I heard anyway. He also gets jealous very easily, such in the case of Doug and latest Adam. Let's see what else... oh yeah, he constantly changes his priorities such as his career, from chef, to mechanic, to police, to army, to firefighter. *end ramble*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113080612383941270?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113080612383941270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113080612383941270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113080612383941270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113080612383941270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-future-reference.html' title='For future reference.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113062781559759730</id><published>2005-10-29T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:16:55.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titles!? Tiltles, I am not good at titles.</title><content type='html'>I talked to my ex gf B.e.c.k.i. yesterday. Other stuff too. Update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113062781559759730?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113062781559759730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113062781559759730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113062781559759730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113062781559759730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/10/titles-tiltles-i-am-not-good-at-titles.html' title='Titles!? Tiltles, I am not good at titles.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113012421726520556</id><published>2005-10-23T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:23:37.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From now on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok so from now on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes go here: &lt;a href="http://kevinmittman.frihost.net/jokes.html"&gt;http://kevinmittman.frihost.net/jokes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chainletters go here: &lt;a href="http://chainletterz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chainletterz.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Appoligies to anyone I offended with that last joke, I was gonna use it to balance out all the men-bashing jokes on my joke site (and since I am lazy I use the WKYSIG editor here in blogger to format my text for the other site; and seeing that I forget to delete the blogger entry...) yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113012421726520556?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113012421726520556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113012421726520556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113012421726520556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113012421726520556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/10/from-now-on.html' title='From now on...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-113011661759654444</id><published>2005-10-23T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:16:57.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you all...</title><content type='html'>Ok so now I remember why I quit MUN. All the damn technicalities. So yesterday Joe and I go to the conference dressed casual (I stuck out more with my blue jeans) and we gave a guest speech in one committee and everyone liked it. We even bumped into Patch and Myers and they didn't seem to mind. But oh, no. Today I go again, even in MUN attire and everything; Joe had to mow the lawn so he didn't come; and every committee I went to was scared of me guest speaking cause apparently Patch yelled at someone in Francis's committee so everyone was afraid. So I walked around for like 45 minutes and then I was screw this and left. All these authorities getting pissed off at me for just BEING THERE lately, its no fucking wonder I'm such an anarchist. Burn in hell, all you admins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-113011661759654444?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/113011661759654444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=113011661759654444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113011661759654444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/113011661759654444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/10/fuck-you-all.html' title='Fuck you all...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112899423105580829</id><published>2005-10-10T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:05:07.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112899423105580829?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112899423105580829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112899423105580829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112899423105580829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112899423105580829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/10/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112898655481148756</id><published>2005-10-10T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T16:22:34.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So true. (gosh I need a livejournal [again] or something!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1110645670_izHateword.JPG" border="0" alt="Hate"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your word is: Hate. Your heart has been turned to&lt;br&gt;black since you haven't experienced love, or&lt;br&gt;maybe you felt love but got none in return. So&lt;br&gt;if no one else is willing to like you, then why&lt;br&gt;like them? You are now a very bitter soul,&lt;br&gt;trying to find a place and perhaps someone who&lt;br&gt;can co-exist with you. That can be a problem&lt;br&gt;since you tend to keep away from most people&lt;br&gt;and be rude, but maybe someday you will be okay&lt;br&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Dark%20Word%20Represents%20You%3F%20%5Banime%20pics%5D/"&gt; What Dark Word Represents You? [anime pics]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112898655481148756?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112898655481148756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112898655481148756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112898655481148756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112898655481148756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-true-gosh-i-need-livejournal-again.html' title='So true. (gosh I need a livejournal [again] or something!!)'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112898633705172627</id><published>2005-10-10T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T16:18:57.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird shit</title><content type='html'>Ok last night there is this bush that I walked by, while walking my dog, and this happened once before like a month ago. I walk by this one bush, and I hear this ticking sound. You know like that ticking sound, in those spy movies, where a bomb blows the fuck up. So I am like running with my dog away from this bush, thinking I must look pretty stupid. But fuck, I ain't taking my chances on no freaking ticking bush. Weirder shit has happened around here afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am waiting for my second bus, that I am taking home and I am looking over to see when the freaking bus is gonna come and this guy yells like "Hey!" I turn and without time for me to react he hands me this stryofoam cup, I'm like WTF!?! and he is like throw that away for me. I am soo like WTF!? so I throw it away, and he rides off on his damn bike. So I am there waiting for my bus and thinking, dude did that guy just like try to get your fingerprints on that or was he just a lazy fuck?? I don't know. Weird shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112898633705172627?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112898633705172627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112898633705172627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112898633705172627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112898633705172627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/10/weird-shit.html' title='Weird shit'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112898601712306001</id><published>2005-10-10T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T16:13:37.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update. Finally!!! Like OMG!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Gosh its been soo long since I updated THIS blog :-P Yeah I have been working on my new site MeetUp to replace myspace ;-) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=1823"&gt;"What Angel Are You?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Night Angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a night angel.Smooth, calm even when angry, and slick.You love dark colours, Purples, Black, Blood red.&lt;s&gt;Water loves you and you love water, you get one wonderfully since you shine for her and she refelects you.You have an attacment for leather, or somthing similar to it.&lt;/s&gt;You don't have a big anger, more of a deep one, you will hold a grudge for eternity but you make the punishment fit the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stole the quiz from N.i.k.k.i :-P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112898601712306001?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112898601712306001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112898601712306001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112898601712306001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112898601712306001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/10/update-finally-like-omg.html' title='Update. Finally!!! Like OMG!?!?!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112813640452925712</id><published>2005-09-30T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T20:13:41.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-\</title><content type='html'>..........why is it that when I see girls I've liked in the past, my emotions get all fucked up?!? Most recent. Becki. I hadn't talked to her in at least 2 weeks...and she signed onto AIM with someones phone; I was hesitant but decided to IM her. Gosh. I'm still in love with my exes &lt;img src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/1984/originaltear2bb.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what is wrong with me!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112813640452925712?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112813640452925712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112813640452925712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112813640452925712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112813640452925712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=':-\'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112803453753222683</id><published>2005-09-29T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:55:37.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about high end English</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.questionablecontent.net/"&gt;Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday&lt;/a&gt;: "I'm pretty sure Faye hasn't actually done those awful things. I'm also pretty sure Ms. Reed isn't actually thrilled at the prospect of conflagatory clergeywomen. Hopefully this paragraph has been linguistically circumspect enough for those of you who read the newsposts first that the punchline(s) have not been spoiled."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112803453753222683?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112803453753222683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112803453753222683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112803453753222683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112803453753222683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/talk-about-high-end-english.html' title='Talk about high end English'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112795779434596314</id><published>2005-09-28T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:36:34.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking back and forth sux</title><content type='html'>first i went to subway with Joe, then cause i didnt feel like walking to his house (my back has been hurting) i went back to Edison, and on the way some prick freshmen ran into me on his bike, and i gave him the benefit of the doubt that it was an accident and picked up the soda i knocked out of his hand, but he cussed at me, and Vanessa was like "you are too nice Kevin" and then i ran into Sam and she told me to go with them to del taco and then i kept walking to EHS, got my backpack went my locker, waited for Nikki to get picked up then walked to Del Taco, hung around there for a few then back to EHS went to library with John, ran into Becca again and then left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112795779434596314?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112795779434596314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112795779434596314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112795779434596314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112795779434596314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/walking-back-and-forth-sux.html' title='Walking back and forth sux'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112779913223949647</id><published>2005-09-26T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:32:12.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canine</title><content type='html'>Canines, the descendants of wolves “man’s best friend” are in millions of homes worldwide and they require nurturing to act as pets. My dog, Lucky, a Corgi Border-Collie mix is a hyperactive fuzz ball but I love him anyway. I take him on walks, merely to see the joy in his eyes, for him it is an adventure. Far away from the four walls that enclose him when I am in school or otherwise preoccupied, he smells foreign scents and the fresh breeze as drifts by and the green grass. After he is ready to return home, we play catch with his tennis ball; though he often does not want to share. I feed him his dog chow and give him treats for behaving so well. Excitedly he runs to his house, and awhile after he whimpers, telling me he needs something; food, water, a walk or just attention. Even when I do not pay him any attention, he has unconditional love for me. He has taught me to nurture by nurturing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112779913223949647?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112779913223949647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112779913223949647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112779913223949647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112779913223949647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/canine.html' title='Canine'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112770691603041638</id><published>2005-09-25T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:55:49.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys and Girls</title><content type='html'>Guys will never understand girls. Girls will never understand guys. Its a law of nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112770691603041638?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112770691603041638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112770691603041638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112770691603041638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112770691603041638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/guys-and-girls.html' title='Guys and Girls'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112752802702561436</id><published>2005-09-23T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:13:47.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wired News: Bird Plus Plane Equals Snarge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wired.com/news/technology/0,1282,68937,00.html?tw=wn_tophead_2"&gt;Wired News: Bird Plus Plane Equals Snarge&lt;/a&gt;: "Jet engines must now be able to withstand the ingestion of an 8-pound waterfowl without failing (this is tested in the lab by firing a chicken from a cannon at point-blank range)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112752802702561436?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112752802702561436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112752802702561436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112752802702561436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112752802702561436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/wired-news-bird-plus-plane-equals.html' title='Wired News: Bird Plus Plane Equals Snarge'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112716833803674896</id><published>2005-09-19T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T15:18:58.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First band in three years</title><content type='html'>Today "Beverly" played at lunch. Of course a lot of the girls went crazy over them. I found their second to last song creeply familiar, in a boy band kind of way... :-\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112716833803674896?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112716833803674896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112716833803674896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112716833803674896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112716833803674896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-band-in-three-years.html' title='First band in three years'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112708891069004281</id><published>2005-09-18T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:15:10.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't be allowed to fall for girls</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't be allowed to fall for someone. My cousin today was like OMG I found these pics on the internet. &lt;img src="" alt="kevin and becki was here" /&gt; and &lt;img src="" alt="kevin loves beca and she does too love" /&gt; I cried. And my cousin had the nerve to be like WTF?! Why are you so obsessed?...so yeah I don't want to deal with girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112708891069004281?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112708891069004281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112708891069004281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112708891069004281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112708891069004281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-shouldnt-be-allowed-to-fall-for.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t be allowed to fall for girls'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112701690821712858</id><published>2005-09-17T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:21:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sick...emotionally</title><content type='html'>I feel sick to my stomach...I might cry tonight. It's funny kinda, as messed up as I get when girls break my heart, I usually don't cry...but when my parents hurt me, I do. *a cold wind blows on me*...my parent's told me they aren't helping me buy a car or pay for college...not because they finicially can't...just cause they want to be assholes to me...they think I am rebellous cause I don't talk to them. There is saying: "It's better not to say anything at all, than to say something mean"...maybe they've never heard this, or maybe they are just too stupid. I am going with the latter. Tonight I went on a long walk, usually 10 minutes, tonight 20-25 minutes. I don't think they even noticed I left. Today B.r.y.a.n asked him to come to his work to hang out. So I called my mom, its "20 questions" with her...she finally told me to just walk there. So I did. Not a long walk, only 15-25 minutes..but when I was younger, and I just don't mean 5yr. old..I mean a year ago. She never used to let me walk bymyself or anything, hardly ever could I spend the night at a friend's house. That's why I am so shy and closed in. I can't be friendly and be "in" a group, just cause she decided to let me; she screwed me from society. I got to his work..he stands on a corner waving a bright yellow sign. I stood there talking with him for awhile. Then I suggested lawn chairs, he hadn't thought of it, and said it was a good idea, so he got him mom to drop some off. So then we sat for like 5 hours, with the sign, talking a lil, and then him listening to his music. On his break we went to the 99 cents store...then he had to go back to work indoors, so I left. I walked home, not even bothering to phone my mom. She didn't drop me off, so why would she even bother to pick me up? When I get home, I go to the computer, my only source of entertainment...my only "life". Staring at bright light all day. My parents bitch at me, "why are you on the computer!?! *bitch bitch bitch every 5 minutes* Get off the computer, go to bed!!! *bitch bitch bitch*"...You know what I haven't been online all day, but you know what I ain't telling them that, I don't care what they think. I refuse to talk to assholes. They come home and ask me rhetorical questions. I don't care if they don't realize they are rhetorical, fuck I don't think they even know what "rhetorical" even goddamned means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ask me "why are you on the computer all day"&lt;br /&gt;I should say "because I have nothing else to do"&lt;br /&gt;which they would reply "why??" to which&lt;br /&gt;I should reply "I don't have any friends I can hang out with",&lt;br /&gt;them "why? *d'oh*"&lt;br /&gt;me "...I don't have any friends, okay!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but I don't. I just sit there at my computer, I ignore them. I am not going to make an effort to reply to things that are not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112701690821712858?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112701690821712858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112701690821712858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112701690821712858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112701690821712858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-feel-sickemotionally_17.html' title='I feel sick...emotionally'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112685466044951136</id><published>2005-09-16T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:11:00.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass media</title><content type='html'>Just great, thats just what we need*: Microsoft and AO-Hell (AOL Timewarner) Two of the biggest corporations, certainly entertainment ones, both having a reputation for incopetencey, yet a wide consumer base, simply because they are both basically monopolyies. This further stresses the conversation I had earlier today with M.r. J.a.c.k.s.o.n; and then a similiar one with B.o.n.n.i.e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112685466044951136?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112685466044951136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112685466044951136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112685466044951136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112685466044951136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/mass-media.html' title='Mass media'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112665134997359775</id><published>2005-09-13T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T15:42:29.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna drive, drive, far far away...</title><content type='html'>I find it funny that everyone complains about their driving instructors and how they have to go to driving school, in contrast I should've gotten my license months ago, but no, my parents won't let me go to driving school....*swap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112665134997359775?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112665122414538737</id><published>2005-09-12T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T15:40:24.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken feelings</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else have a heart attack when their ex gf, shows up suddenly out of the blue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112665122414538737?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112665122414538737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112665122414538737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112665122414538737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112665122414538737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/broken-feelings.html' title='Broken feelings'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112649362329560319</id><published>2005-09-11T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:53:43.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have...and called it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&amp;#147;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;We have worshiped other gods and called it multi-culturalism.&lt;br /&gt;We have endorsed perversion and called it an alternative lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;We have neglected the needy and called it self-preservation.&lt;br /&gt;We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.&lt;br /&gt;We have killed our unborn children and called it a choice.&lt;br /&gt;We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.&lt;br /&gt;We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;We have abused power and called it political savvy.&lt;br /&gt;We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition.&lt;br /&gt;We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.&lt;br /&gt;We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&amp;#148;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joe Wright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112649362329560319?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112649362329560319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112649362329560319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112649362329560319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112649362329560319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-haveand-called-it.html' title='We have...and called it...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112642148522633260</id><published>2005-09-10T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:51:31.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of dog...erm...comic</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.comics.com/comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2005091116281.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better than comics. Get Fuzzy. awesomeness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112642148522633260?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112642148522633260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112642148522633260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112642148522633260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112642148522633260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/beware-of-dogermcomic.html' title='Beware of dog...erm...comic'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112641860654837939</id><published>2005-09-10T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:03:26.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interim...</title><content type='html'>as I listen to ~White Flag - Dido~ I feel a cold wind blowing on me, thinking of Cara...my heart broken, pain seeping through the cracks. I shutter as a cold chill runs through my spine to my aching heart. I quiver when I think of what could have been. And knowing that it can't and never will. As I see other couples walk down the st&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112641860654837939?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112641860654837939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112641860654837939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112641860654837939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112641860654837939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/09/interim.html' title='Interim...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112546813088511107</id><published>2005-08-30T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:02:10.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J.o.e's b-day</title><content type='html'>J.o.e's party was cool, we saw "The Brother's Grim", it was weird, and at times poorly done, but it was pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112546813088511107?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112546813088511107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112546813088511107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112546813088511107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112546813088511107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/joes-b-day.html' title='J.o.e&apos;s b-day'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112546773837603937</id><published>2005-08-30T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:55:38.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail</title><content type='html'>I check my email 20+ times a day. I just thought I'd share that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112546773837603937?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112546773837603937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112546773837603937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112546773837603937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112546773837603937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-mail.html' title='E-mail'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112546758527048149</id><published>2005-08-30T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:53:05.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittie-cat, late at night, where are your parents, Kitty-cat?</title><content type='html'>I'm no cat expert, so I don't really know; but I've noticed a lot of kitties out late at night. My dog doesn't notice them though, which is funny, cause he's more into smelling things than them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112546758527048149?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112546758527048149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112546758527048149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112546758527048149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112546758527048149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/kittie-cat-late-at-night-where-are.html' title='Kittie-cat, late at night, where are your parents, Kitty-cat?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112543367806486261</id><published>2005-08-30T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:27:58.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Security Watch by PC Magazine: Fake Windows Patch is a Windows Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,1895,1853370,00.asp"&gt;Security Watch by PC Magazine: Fake Windows Patch is a Windows Killer&lt;/a&gt;: "Security Tip: Leave Your Computer On All The Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's common to find security advice to turn off your computer when you're not using it. The idea is that the more you are connected to the Internet, the more time attackers have to work on your system. (Hey, even we've said it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is turning out to bad advice, at least from a security standpoint. In fact, by shutting down your computer for hours at a time you are increasing the vulnerability of the system at the time you turn it back on. The longer it is off, the more vulnerable it will be when it comes back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because when the system is off your security software cannot update itself. When you turn your system back on, if there is a relatively new attack underway, the odds are reasonably good that your computer will be attacked before it has a chance to update itself. On the other hand, anti-virus companies and Microsoft usually have fixes available for vulnerabilities before you are likely to encounter them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ironically, you're better off, from a security standpoint, leaving the system on, as long as your security update subscriptions are up to date. This is a separate issue from whether you believe that it's better for computers, from a wear and tear standpoint, to be on all the time or turned off periodically, and certainly separate from the environmental and power cost issues."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112543367806486261?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112543367806486261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112543367806486261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112543367806486261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112543367806486261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/security-watch-by-pc-magazine-fake.html' title='Security Watch by PC Magazine: Fake Windows Patch is a Windows Killer'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112526619695614285</id><published>2005-08-28T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T14:57:15.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressionable</title><content type='html'>I have noticed I take a part of the girls I have dated with me, not just experience, but part of their personality. Things like C.a.r.a's like of Gir from Invader Zim; B.e.c.k.i's use of "yuperz" and her purple sky, pink grass, blue puppies and jello trees philosophy; J.o.a.n.n.a's "ttfn"=ta-ta-for-now (originally used by Tigger from Winnie the Pooh). I hadn't realized I was impressionable, I'm not impressionable when it comes to adults and stuff, but these girls have left their mark on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112526619695614285?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112526619695614285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112526619695614285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112526619695614285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112526619695614285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/impressionable.html' title='Impressionable'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112522010318716450</id><published>2005-08-28T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:08:23.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A midnight dreary</title><content type='html'>Why on Earth am I awake this late??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112522010318716450?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112522010318716450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112522010318716450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112522010318716450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112522010318716450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/midnight-dreary.html' title='A midnight dreary'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112519227635894516</id><published>2005-08-27T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:24:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking</title><content type='html'>Talking to B.e.c.k.i has a way of making me happy; but sometimes we can't think of anything to talk about... :-\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112519227635894516?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112519227635894516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112519227635894516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112519227635894516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112519227635894516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/talking.html' title='Talking'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112518688538694089</id><published>2005-08-27T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T16:54:45.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.</title><content type='html'>I just talked to B.e.c.k.i and I.s.i.s ...and showed them my sites and such. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112518688538694089?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112518688538694089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112518688538694089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112518688538694089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112518688538694089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/yeah.html' title='Yeah.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112518482667746054</id><published>2005-08-27T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T16:20:26.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/758/1600/purple%20sky%20pink%20grass%20jello%20trees%20blue%20puppies%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/758/400/purple%20sky%20pink%20grass%20jello%20trees%20blue%20puppies%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112518482667746054?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112518482667746054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112518482667746054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112518482667746054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112518482667746054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112510017185118549</id><published>2005-08-26T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:49:31.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How cool would that be for a High School mascot!?</title><content type='html'>I just saw a Nintendo commercial for Mario Baseball or w/e, and I would so wear that Bowser costume :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112510017185118549?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112510017185118549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112510017185118549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112510017185118549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112510017185118549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-cool-would-that-be-for-high-school.html' title='How cool would that be for a High School mascot!?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112510009898118415</id><published>2005-08-26T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:48:18.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should buy the DVD?</title><content type='html'>I just watched Garden State for like literally the 10th time. (on digital cable)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112510009898118415?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112510009898118415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112510009898118415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112510009898118415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112510009898118415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/maybe-i-should-buy-dvd.html' title='Maybe I should buy the DVD?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112508797731925176</id><published>2005-08-25T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:26:17.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hate RPG's</title><content type='html'>RPG's are repetitive, it's always the same battle + collect something. It' stupid, and all RPG's are the same thing; how people can handle and more oddly "like" these games is beyond me. Sure FPS's are very similiar with each other, just shoot everyone over and over, change weapons, and a cheesy storyline, yeah they are all the same...but at least they have guns. Most RPG's have been 2-D, I say this just because a lot were developed on 2-D systems such as the NES. Additionally recent 3-D RPG's could just as soon as be turned back to 2-D, just eliminated the flashy graphics; the gameplay would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;identical&lt;/span&gt;. Now that's not to say that there isn't SOME differences between different RPG's. There are...some. RPG's come in two "flavors", this is the first branch out. Firstly, the Final Fantasy-type, using different humanoid characters, dwarfs, knights, mages, wizards, etc. all with slightly different abilities. Secondly, the Pokemon-type, the main character, a human, does not fight, but instead has animal-type creatures. Both of these types of games consist of "parties" (group of people) and have the same battles over and over, with "different" abilities, which in reality only differ in damage and occasionally graphically. Now my first real experience was with Pokemon. After beating all the games, which were all the same thing, I got sick of RPG's. Move the main character around this 2-D map, that you have to "explore" in a certain order, and backtrack after you collect "special" items. All while dealing with "random" battles, and against "story" characters. It's all the same really. I went out a bought Evolution Worlds for the GCN, a port of the Dreamcast version. And its all the same, a cheezy storyline, traveling seemingly forever, battling in "dungeons"; its so reptitive. So next we have a variation, MMORPG's - "Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games". These games have all the common elements of RPG's, the exploration aspect, the story lines, but there is a twist, you battle or work together with other people that play the game around the world, from their basements. Now what they do is make quests available, not when the game is released, but in incremants afterwards. Kinda like Microsoft, eh, releasing their OS, bit by bit in "updates". Rather than having the entire software at purchase, you get the rest a little at a time, to keep you playing and waiting. From a $$$ persepective, they can make any old crappy RPG and it'll sell good; therefore that is what they do. It can sux, but if it'll sell, that's good enough for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112508797731925176?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112508797731925176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112508797731925176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112508797731925176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112508797731925176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-i-hate-rpgs.html' title='Why I hate RPG&apos;s'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112503985123864749</id><published>2005-08-25T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:04:11.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame chainletter generators</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kevin, Your ideal job is a Satan !.&lt;/span&gt; ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jobpredictor.com/"&gt;http://www.jobpredictor.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112503985123864749?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112503985123864749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112503985123864749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112503985123864749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112503985123864749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/lame-chainletter-generators.html' title='Lame chainletter generators'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112499324540902641</id><published>2005-08-25T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:07:25.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't re-tell stories either</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/758/1600/getfuzzy2005228920825.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/758/400/getfuzzy2005228920825.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112499324540902641?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112499324540902641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112499324540902641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112499324540902641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112499324540902641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cant-re-tell-stories-either.html' title='I can&apos;t re-tell stories either'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112490367814418021</id><published>2005-08-24T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T10:14:38.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog</title><content type='html'>My dog doesn't like it when I hug him, he looks at me like "WTF do you think you are doing!? I'm a guy okay!!"And then when I pet or brush him, he's like "no I don't want this, who do you think I am!? Let's go for a walk." So then I rub his neck and belly and he acts like a lil kid "yes rub my neck....ahhh..." Then I take him for a walk and he is like "weeeeeeee!!!" Yup thats a pretty good description of him :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112490367814418021?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112490367814418021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112490367814418021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112490367814418021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112490367814418021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-dog.html' title='My dog'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112477318543424171</id><published>2005-08-22T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:59:47.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To Wondir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wondir.com/wondir/jsp/index.jsp?page=/wondir/taxonomy&amp;amp;promoid=10004&amp;amp;changeChannel=true&amp;amp;channelUID=1.9.73&amp;amp;urlfile=viewanswer.jsp&amp;amp;tickerDistrib=true&amp;amp;sawal=2291348&amp;amp;screenNamePrefix=RateMyTeachers&amp;amp;config=RateMyTeachers"&gt;Welcome To Wondir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "why are teachers so mean"?&lt;br /&gt;A: "cause there evil" - WGuest10085990&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112477318543424171?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112477318543424171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112477318543424171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112477318543424171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112477318543424171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/welcome-to-wondir.html' title='Welcome To Wondir'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112475785118706012</id><published>2005-08-22T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:44:11.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity at its best</title><content type='html'>I feel stupid, I was trying to log into an email acount that I had thought I had created, for like an hour. I tried password after password and it was making me fill in those secure image things to make sure I wasn't trying to brute force it or anything. I finally decided to do a check, I checked my email accounts and found no trace of registering it, then I decided to go back to the site and register for a new account...with the login I was trying to use...turns out I NEVER created it. So now I have the account and using a password that I have written down, so no more "tearing-hair-out-of-my-head over it". So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112475785118706012?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112475785118706012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112475785118706012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112475785118706012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112475785118706012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupidity-at-its-best.html' title='Stupidity at its best'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112475445308702841</id><published>2005-08-22T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:47:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics are fun</title><content type='html'>2 hours later I remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My view on politics: Put all the politicians in a rocket and shoot it into the sun"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112475445308702841?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112475445308702841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112475445308702841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112475445308702841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112475445308702841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/politics-are-fun.html' title='Politics are fun'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112474766352752652</id><published>2005-08-22T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T14:54:23.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory is a bitch</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate it when you can't remember what you were gonna say. I am like that right now. Maybe it was the reminder 'bout J.o.e.'s b-day on Aug. 30th, but I doubt that was it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112474766352752652?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112474766352752652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112474766352752652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112474766352752652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112474766352752652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/memory-is-bitch.html' title='Memory is a bitch'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112474690990122748</id><published>2005-08-21T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T14:41:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs in heat</title><content type='html'>Out of context: I have come to the conclusion dogs are really horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In context: I mean everytime I'm walking my dog, other dogs we pass by start wimpering and try to get to mine, and my dog wimpers back and tries to go over to the other dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112474690990122748?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112466583042285811</id><published>2005-08-21T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:10:30.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading at the speed of light</title><content type='html'>I may not be able to type for shit, but by goly I can read fast!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112466583042285811?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112466583042285811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112466583042285811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112450024630299043?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112450024630299043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112450024630299043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112450024630299043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112450024630299043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/mourn.html' title='Mourn'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112443697665358072</id><published>2005-08-19T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:36:16.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh god the humanity</title><content type='html'>:-P So now S.a.m has a blogger account, oh joy *sarcasm* :-D naw its cool, I'm just in one of those *point and laugh* moods :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112443697665358072?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112443697665358072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112443697665358072' title='0 Comments'/><link 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attracted to someone who won't even give you a chance because you have the potential to break his heart. And don't deny that you wouldn't, you deceitful conniving whores. All of you! All of you!! Breaking hearts and not even calling me back when you said we'd be friends! Fuck you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112442620746408365?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112442620746408365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112442620746408365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112442620746408365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112442620746408365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/points-in-case-its-really-sad-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112440744060719352</id><published>2005-08-18T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:24:00.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baths...and shiny objects</title><content type='html'>Boy was giving my dog on my own a pain. He doesn't obey me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: &lt;a href="http://hostingproject.info/Zilos/googlex/googlex_files/web-sm.gif"&gt;http://hostingproject.info/Zilos/googlex/googlex_files/web-sm.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/758/1600/googlex.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/758/320/googlex.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10041095-112440744060719352?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112440744060719352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112440744060719352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112440744060719352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112440744060719352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/bathsand-shiny-objects.html' title='Baths...and shiny objects'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112433262980731434</id><published>2005-08-17T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:37:09.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child-like innocence</title><content type='html'>"When I write a poem, it takes over, I don't write it, it writes itself" - quoteth Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've heard something similar, but I am taking credit for this one :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112433262980731434?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112433262980731434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112433262980731434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112433262980731434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112433262980731434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/child-like-innocence.html' title='Child-like innocence'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10041095.post-112432183973972390</id><published>2005-08-17T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:37:19.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.logogle.com/ggl.php?hl=ja&amp;amp;lo=Kevin"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.logogle.com/ggl.php?hl=ja&amp;amp;lo=Kevin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.logogle.com/img/ggl/k0l.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.logogle.com/img/ggl/e1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.logogle.com/img/ggl/v3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.logogle.com/img/ggl/i2.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.logogle.com/img/ggl/n3.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10041095-112432183973972390?l=35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/feeds/112432183973972390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10041095&amp;postID=112432183973972390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112432183973972390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10041095/posts/default/112432183973972390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://35-48-10-12-18.blogspot.com/2005/08/google.html' title='Google?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
